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

𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫!

✧･ﾟ: 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔦𝔯𝔩 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔠𝔯𝔞𝔴𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔱𝔞 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩!

1983

"I'm sleeping in your bed tonight. Some bitch puked on mine right after she showed me her tits. It was a great moment up until she ruined my fucking bed. Move over. Make room for the best drummer in the world," Tommy sleepily mumbled as he flopped onto Valencia's bed without any other words or even giving her the common courtesy of saying something along the lines of "Can I please sleep in your bed tonight?" There was none of that. Just an impatient, pushy, and testosterone-filled young adult.

Valencia just rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and stared at her older sibling with a scowl on her face. Valencia was mostly just angry about being woken up at dawn with the prospect of having to share her bed with Tommy because some chick threw up on his. How fucking classy of the bitch to do that. The room was illuminated by the bedside lamp and its dim lighting, but the acne cream on Valencia's face was still visible in the light. So was her messy hair and eye bags. Not her prettiest look, but of course it didn't matter since it was only Tommy who saw her like this. She'd literally die if it was anyone else in the band who saw her looking like an absolute nightmare.

"Wow. Your ego is so big it takes up this whole room. You aren't that good. I'm glad you're confident though," Valencia slowly explained whilst Tommy pushed her aside so he could fit on the cheap mattress as well. A stray yawn took over Valencia's face which a few seconds later was followed by Tommy's very own yawn. Valencia made sure to scoot away from her brother a little more on her own accord since he smelled like sweat and booze. It was a very unpleasant scent to take in this early.

"'Not that good?' Fuck off with that! I'm better than anyone else."

Tommy's ego kept on inflating each and every day which was just one more thing to ignore for Valencia. The thing was that sometimes it got so overbearing that the girl had a hard time ignoring Tommy's words. That just caused her to call bullshit on the drummer's words and try to deflate him a little so he wouldn't be so annoying. The truth was that no one wanted to be in a room with a person who constantly bragged about his drumming skills. Also, Tommy wasn't necessarily the greatest drummer to ever walk the earth. Yes, he rocked, but he was still young and had so much to learn. It was difficult to take the kid seriously when he was slinging around words like that. It was quite ridiculous, to say the least.

"Ringo Starr is better than you, Tommy. He's actually my favorite. Oh, and Roger Taylor. Don't even get me started on—" Valencia began listing off any other drummer other than Tommy just to bug him, but before she could get to the ever-wonderful John Bonham, Tommy being Tommy interrupted Valencia's spiel because he didn't want to hear about all the people who were better than him at playing the good ol' drums.