Stevie, a 18 year old girl from california. She had her own band, and her own problems. being brought into the Mötley Crüe scene as their groupie friend she faced a lot of challenges with the four boys around, like falling in love. She tried so har...
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Stevie woke up. Her head throbbing from the immense amount of drugs and alcohol she consumed the night before. The boys decided to throw a party in the apartment and left Stevie by herself while they all slept with random girls. The only one who actually hung out with Stevie was Mick, and after that night she was sure he didn't hate her anymore. Stevie looked around, the room wasn't hers, she was wearing a baggy band t-shirt and her shorts and shoes were both gone. Her hair was in a bun and her body felt like collapsing. She felt around the bed before feeling an arm. Her eyes snapped open once more and looked directly at the half naked body right next to her, Nikki looked pale, his breathing was shallow. "What the fuck." She mumbled before sitting up off of the bed, she stood up her legs wobbling like jello right underneath her.
Stevie opened the door and rushed out of the room, trying to find her clothes. She dug through piles of red solo cups and jack bottles until she found her shoes "My favorite boots..are ruined." She groaned and threw them to the ground. She looked around the room, Tommy fully naked sprawled out on the couch, laying on his stomach. Her eyes blurred for a moment hearing a groan come from the floor right next to her, Vince was laying there. His hair was matted and his left eye was rimmed with purple and yellow. She couldn't find Mick anywhere, he was probably sleeping. Like a normal person. "What happened." She felt her head, dried blood flakes off of her skin.
Stevie ran to the bathroom turning on the flickering light, she looked into the mirror. A giant gash lay on her temple and a few bruises scattered around her face. She leaned down, splashing cold water on her face. She wiped it down with the shirt she was wearing, she did not trust the towels in their bathroom. She walked out of the bathroom, stunned with the sight of Tommy walking around, still very naked. "Tommy!" She shielded her eyes with her hands.
"AHH!" Tommy screamed, his hands immediately covering his junk "What the fuck!" He ran to his bedroom and slammed the door. "I have got to get out of here before i see anything else i don't want to see." She only wore a giant t-shirt, her white socks and her underwear everything else was stripped clean off of her. Nikki walked out of his room, his hair looked like it had been cut "Nik? what the fuck happened to me." She said in a serious tone.
Nikki looked her up and down "Come sit, it's a long story." He walked to the leather couch, baggy black sweatpants hung low on his hips as he sat down. Stevie following right after him. Nikki placed his hand on her knee and looked at her "You were already drunk out of your mind at the beginning of the party. We gave you blow and you immediately went crazy. You hopped on top of our coffee table and danced around like an idiot, than while you were on the table you kicked a whole bottle of jack on this very buff man like woman. So like any other person would, you went to town on her ass. That's where these things came from.." He grazed his thumb over the bruises and the gash "And then, after the fight you bumped into this guy, who dropped his entire drink on you. You took it upon yourself to rip every piece of clothing off of your body. It was really hot actually." He winked "Me and Tom found you passed out of the bathroom floor with nothing but your socks and underwear on. So we cleaned you up, fixed your hair the best we could and got you to bed."
