𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 彡 [s. adler] [✔]

𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔢!

✧･ﾟ: 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔡!

Valencia whooped and cheered along with the rest of the crowd in the bar as the guys finished their set consisting of about seven songs. The brunette wasn't paying attention all that much since she was absolutely fucking drunk, but she was enjoying herself throughout the little concert the guys put on. Valencia enjoyed Steven's drum solo particularly. Even if she wasn't trying to, Valencia was always playing favorites. In her mind, Steven was the power piece that made the band what it is. And since she was so drunk, Valencia could only remember bits and bobs of the show, but she knew one thing: Steven was playing his heart out per usual.

Valencia's makeup was smudged all the way from how sweaty she had gotten from jumping around and singing along to the songs until her throat hurt. Her lips were tinted from the remnants of her mulberry-colored lipstick and her eyeliner was practically ready to run down her face because of the humidity in the building. And while all of those factors—along with her messy hair—played a role in making her look like she had just jumped out of the sewer system, Valencia didn't care. She didn't even realize what she looked like considering the amount of alcohol she had ingested. Tonight Valencia was even drunker than any other time. Her mind was not in proper working condition and a certain sinister strawberry blond who was ready to get even with her knew that.

"How was that for a fucking show?!" Axl yelled into his microphone as he looked out at the pretty large crowd that had gathered to watch Guns N' Roses perform. There were around fifty people or more if the singer had to guess. It was an alright turnout, but Axl just couldn't wait to start their tour this year. He was looking forward to bigger audiences and more eyes on him specifically. The singer wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand and scanned the crowd for some girls that he wanted to occupy his time with after the show. "Now, before we go and find ourselves some nice piece of ass, I wanna bring someone up here tonight."

The brunette was still bobbing her head to the beat that her heart created in her ears. Valencia wasn't even focusing on Axl's words. She was merely waiting for the next song even though it would never come. It wasn't until Axl jogged over to where she stood on the right side of the stage that Valencia stopped moving her head and just flashed Axl a confused smile. The singer tried his best to hold back a menacing smile when he saw how truly out of it Valencia was. If her body language didn't give it away, then the fact that she smiled at Axl did. The brunette despised the singer with all her heart and would never smile at him whilst sober. And since Valencia didn't know any better, she grabbed Axl's hand when he held it out. Axl pulled Valencia to the stage so fast that the girl almost fell in her drunken state.

"Stevie, what's going on?" Valencia questioned her boyfriend—sitting behind his drum set—with a shy giggle that turned into a hiccup soon thereafter. The blond drummer could only shrug his shoulders with a big smile as he determined that Valencia was adorable. He honestly couldn't wait to take her home and make her feel better the next morning when the intense hangover would take its toll on the girl. Valencia was still puzzled as to what was happening, so Steven just encouragingly motioned her to go with Axl to the center of the stage. Honestly, Steven was just glad that the two of them were getting along. The poor, clueless guy didn't know what was coming. Truth be told, no one did besides Axl and Izzy.