14 Years [GNR/Mötley Crüe]

47. Always The Last To Know

Axl:

"Yeah, so I told him it's no big deal. Four chics in a row is nothing new to me. It's as easy as downing a shot of whiskey. I mean yes some men may have a problem lasting long enough to make four girls cum. But you know I am not tryna boast about my dick here... but that's pretty easy man. But he wouldn't believe it. He thinks I am bluffing. But you get what I am trying to say right?" I nodded as Paul Stanley continued to boast about his own dick to me.

You and I both know Paul that it would be a miracle if you lasted long enough to make one girl finish. So four girls in a row..... why do I even give a shit about your dick?

Also, it's his birthday I should limit the number of times I mentally murder him.

I did not even want to come to his filthy mansion here in the valley. We don't even fucking get along. Ever since the recording of Appetite. Earlier he showed me his car collection. I don't even get the obsession for automobiles, am I the only guy who sings in a band that doesn't give much shit about the number of cars I own?

If I didn't come he would be on MTV tomorrow morning say, 'Oh Axl is a dick I invited him to my birthday party he still didn't come!'. Since everyone in the industry has such a great opinion about me I thought I will come for this. How old is this guy. 50?

At least it wasn't Gene Simmons. Paul is anyway far better than him.

I kept nodding as he continued to tell me about the new heating system he added to his pool. Behind him, I could see Stephanie talking to the head of some huge magazine. She smiled at me, I hope she gets the gig.

"Are you listening?" He snapped bringing me back to earth instead of admiring my girlfriend.

"Yes, yes. Continue." I said taking the shot of tequila from the bar he arranged in his living room.

"Dude!! Nikki!!! It's so nice to see you, man! Hey Nadia!!" I heard Sebastian screech from somewhere across the dimly lit room.

I should have known. There was no one in the entire industry that Paul Stanley didn't know. Just like I came here for pretty much representing my entire band he too most likely came to represent all of Mötley.

My eyes scanned across the room for them as Paul continued to talk. I finally spotted them at the entrance talking to Baz. I could barely see her as the frame of the two giant men towered over her.

Once Sebastian stepped away I could see them clearly. She was wearing an olive green dress shirt which hung till her knees. A leather belt hugged her thin waist accentuating her figure. Her hair which she most likely decided to grow out again hung way past her hips, unlike the shoulder level they were a few years back. Her arm laced with Nikki who I gotta admit looked like a million bucks. Sobriety did suit him. His hair no longer resembling a palm tree but just let down past his shoulders, though a bit teased they kind of resembled my own hair except thicker and jet black. They did look good. They looked happy with each other. I mean why would they not be? Best friends right? They totally understand each other better.

Maybe feeling my eyes on her she turned towards my direction. She gave me a polite, out of courtesy smile as her hazel brown eyes met mine. She mouthed a hey before turning towards Nikki and pulled at his hand making him pause the conversation with Baz and lean down towards her as she whispered something in his ear. She looked like a child standing next to his eight-foot frame.

Nodding he gave her a smile and resumed talking with Baz as she left his side and took advancing steps towards my direction.

"Hey, Paul! Happy birthday!" She wished him

"Oh hey thank you so much, sweetheart!" He said in an extra-deep voice before pulling her into a hug.

"Where is Nikki?" He asked