Taken With the Wind

It was greasy
The air filled with sweat
and smoke
And weed.
"Hello? Hello??"
I call.
John is holding onto my side
Clentching his fingertips
Into my hip bones
"Calm the fuck down."
I whisper.
He shakes his head.
"Chase."
His voice boomed.
"Yeah, yeah.."
From this distance.
"Who is Chase?"
He doesn't respond to me.
What the fuck is going on here?