Nikki Sixx prys himself on being in the sleaziest dirtiest rock band Motley Crue. He is considered the bad boy of Rock 'n Roll and has a reputation that proves it. He meets the highest-paid fashion model in the world, Iman Darlington who is the comp...
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Flashback- Girls Tour 87
"Come on Mani." I plead. "Please I'm sorry."
She laid on the bed with her back towards me. Last night the Gunners and Crue went to a club, and she caught me kissing and dancing with some random girl. She was pissed off. She came back to the hotel room and ignored me for the rest of the night and this morning.
"Princess I'm sorry, I got drunk and carried away."
She aggressively pulled the blanket up over her head. I walk over to the side and grab my jacket. I look back over at her hoping that she would pop her head out and look at me. But she doesn't. I sigh and put on my jacket then head out the door. I make my way downstairs to the lobby of the hotel. I need to fix this shit.
"Hey, Sixx!" Tommy shouts and waves his hand for me to come over.
"Hey guys." I greet Duff, Steven, and Tommy.
"Dude, last night was fucking fun. My head was fucking hurting this morning." Steven chuckles.
"Yeah, I can imagine bro." Tommy laughs and slaps his back. "You were trying to out-drink me."
"Yeah, last night was great." I groan and rub my face with annoyance.
"How's Mani, she still pissed?" Duff asks, with a smirk forming on his face.
"Don't even get me started on that." I roll my eyes as the boys laugh.
"I told you to stop." Duff snickers. "I told you she was right there."
"Fuck off Duff," I say with agitation.
"Why're you all dressed up sweetie, you going somewhere?" Tommy smiles deviously.
"All dressed up?" Duff questions looking at my clothes. "Those are the same leathers you've been wearing since we got here." He chuckles lightly.
"Oh yeah, they are." Tommy stares at my leathers. "Dude you wanna borrow my pants I think they'll fit you. You're losing weight." He touches my thighs.
I swat his hands away. "Where's Slash, I need his help fixing this shit." I ignore Tommy's comment fixing him with an unamused glare.
"I think he's passed out by the pool. Last I saw him he had drool running down his mouth." Steven cackles.
"Right, anyways bye fuckers."
I put my glasses on and head out by the pool. Wonderful, Slash is there passed out face forward on the beach chair in his boxers. I walk closer to him and realize that his Jeans and shirt are on the side deck. His back is sunburnt and all the pool guests are staring at him.
