Rock Shots

Sully Erna - Tougher Than Nails

Short king in the middle left here^^
This is something new I'm trying. I've fallen head over heels for this guy 😂
(ps, I call him Sal sometimes because why not. Also his name is so fucking cool like I wanna name my non existent child Salvatore. What the fuck?)

Sully's at a bar, go figure. I decided to let him go out tonight with his band because I know he's been stressed out this week, mainly over work. Happens to the best of us. However, he's late coming home. He told me he would be home by midnight, and it's well after that. It's 1:34am.

I try not to worry about it as I'm sitting at home, on the couch, relaxing. Suddenly, my phone starts ringing. I pick it up and answer it. It's Sully's drummer, Shannon. This can't be good... I thought.

"Hey Shannon. What's goin' on?" I sigh.

"Hey. Not much. Listen, I hate to disturb you, but um Sully's super drunk and I think it's time for him to go home. However he's in no condition to drive and I have his keys."

"And I'm assuming that means I need to come get him?" I chuckle.

"I mean, I can have someone bring him home if you'd like--"

"Don't worry about it man, I'll come get him. I'll have my neighbor drive me there so I can drive Sully's bike back. I know he'd be pissed if I left if there. It is only like one of his most prized possessions."

"Alright. And, no rush, but try and hurry before he convinces the bartender to give him another drink, yeah?" 

"I'll be there soon." And with that I hung up the phone, put on my boots and leather jacket, and went next door.

My neighbor's always up late so I never have to worry about waking him up. Believe it or not, this is not the first time I've had to ask him to do this for me. I walked up and knocked on the door. It opened a few seconds later.

"Hey neighbor, what brings you here so late?" He chuckles.

"Hey Aaron," I sigh. "Listen, I need a favor." (Aaron Lewis yeeyeee)

               ~A few minutes later~

"Thanks so much Aaron, I owe you one." I say as I get out of his truck.

"No problem. I know how Sully is." He laughs. "Get home safe and let me know if you need anything, I'd be glad to help. See ya."

"Bye!" I waved as he drove away. I sighed as I turned around to walk into the bar.

I walk through the doors and look around, trying to locate my boyfriend and his band. It didn't take long to find them. I walk over and Shannon notices me immediately.

"Oh thank god you're here. He's starting to be too much to handle." He says.

"Where is he?" I ask, confused.

"Under there." Shannon sighs, pointing to the table they were sitting at. "Oh god." I mutter. "Oh hey, take these." Shannon says, giving me the keys to Sully's motorcycle. I take them from him and stuff them into my pocket. "Thanks. Alright let me go talk to this dork." I laugh.

I walk over to their table and crouch down in front of it. Sully sees me and greets me with a big grin on his face.

"Heeey I know you!" He laughs.

"Hi Sully." I smile.

"Whatcha doin' here?"

"I'm here to take you home."