A Bitter Cinderella Story [Tom Keifer/Nikki Sixx fanfic]

Chapter 3: Fun in the Sun

[Author's note: Fix a LOT of errors in the last chapter! I'm always going back, editing, fixing stuff. Also I completely got rid of the forward, it felt unnecessary, instead I wrote just a tiny little blurb of a toward in front of chapter one! I figured the world-building will be seen through the actual chapters, basically it's the 80s combined with current problems of 2022 yay (sarcasm lol) Also as this is a work in progress, there will be contradictions, mistakes, and some things won't be as fleshed out as I continue onward!  Anyways, comments are appreciated as always!]

Nikki woke with a feeling that there was a jackhammer pounding away inside his skull. He was hung-over, maybe dope sick, likely both. Not an uncommon occurrence given his record of binge drinking, and consuming copious amounts of drugs until sometimes he blacked out. A mess of wild hair, smeared eye-liner, a parched mouth, cracked lips, Nikki was a disheveled disaster. Nothing new for him. 

The naked chick beside him rolled over and sighed. She was still out cold, and Nikki had forgotten her name. Brenda? Linda? Fuck he didn't know or really care. She was just a stranger he picked up to satisfy himself after he was left high and dry when the others whisked the ravishing young lead singer of Cinderella away. Ugh now he remembered last night better. 

Pretty Tom Keifer and his band Cinderella had arrived that morning to L.A to audition for the board of directors of Euphoria Records in hopes of getting signed. Nikki had no idea what their sound was but he was captivated by their lead singer instantaneously when he finally laid eyes on the man once he came over after spotting Fred. 

They drank at the Rainbow for some time, with Tommy Lee joining them, then the group now six took off for the Whiskey to watch some wannabe rock band ripping off what Motley Crue had started on the Strip. To be fair they had ripped off several other bands...was there anything like true originality anymore?

Nikki had kept Tom by his side the entire night while the others came and went. He even fended off handsy fans and broads all wanting to have his attention, but that was solely and only for Tom at that moment in time. The more they drank, the more Tom loosened up or maybe he was just growing more comfortable round Nikki. Either way, he smiled more readily, cracking jokes when they could hear each other over the crowd and loud rock music. There was just something incredibly enticing about Tom, fuck was he smitten? 

Maybe. Fuck. 

No longer able to ignore the pains of his muscles and head, Nikki forced himself out of bed, and went rummaging his dirty bedroom for something to take the edge off. Shit, he forgot to call his dealer earlier this week, he had been getting really low on the good stuff. His hidden caches were coming up empty, and it made Nikki agitated. 

Tearing his closet asunder, he disturbed the sleeping beauty in his bed, who bleary eyed sat up confused about her surroundings until she recalled last nights events. Oh yeah she finally caught the eye of Nikki Sixx once his companion left him alone. Tits pushed up high, she took the opening and won him over. He fingered her in the bathroom before they caught a cab to his place in the richer neighborhoods of L.A. There they fucked while on a coke fueled binge before passing out. 

"Hey baby you looking for something?"

Nikki almost didn't hear her so focused on his hunt for drugs, he came out and noticed her sitting up. Maybe she had something on her, he was itching real bad combined with the hang-over. 

"You have anything on you? Pills anything?!" 

Linda bit her lip thinking what she had on her last night. No, she had nothing, everything she had they used up last night. 

"No I don't think so."

Nikki scowled and resumed his search elsewhere around his house. He had drugs stashed many places. This was due to what happened over a year ago, after Vince killed the drummer of Hanoi Rocks while drunk driving. Poor Razzy. Fuck that was a terrible time for the band. Leonel had performed a miracle, paying off the right people, instead of being charged with murder, drunk driving, and other serious charges the report blamed a blown tire for the whole accident. The other passengers in the car had their medical bills paid off, and an extra $100,000 each to keep quiet. The band Hanoi Rocks were also subsequently paid off and sent back to England after signing some non-disclosure deal.