Guns N' Roses One Shots

( a. r.) the ocean

kiara x axl

summary:
a bonfire on the beach unites the night owls of L.A.

word count:
2019

the ocean-led zeppelin

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Hot fire flushed up into the air before settling for a steady flame over the burning pile of wood that sat in the sand with a dispersed crowd of people about the beach. The sun had set something like two hours ago, the night life only growing as the sun dropped further below the horizon.

Axl, who was sitting in the backseat of a broken-down Volkswagen while listening to Duff's loud and slurred directions, was joining his friends on a venture to the coast where a party was, recommended by none other than their drummer himself.

Guns N' Roses had just recently grown comfortable with each other in their new developing band- something like that of a honeymoon phase, where everything they did was fueled by chaos and resulted in trouble and laughter.

A large bottle of brown whiskey splattered across the windows and cloth-covered seats as it was passed from hand to hand, Axl grabbing it from Slash's dangerously tilted hand and taking long sips.

"Here! Turn here!" Duff slapped Steven on his shoulder while pointing directly across the car in front of the drummer's line of vision. A brief scene of commotion broke out in the car- between the radio's music, Slash's drunken 'hey, he can't see, dumbass!' and Axl's sudden dislike of Izzy's elbow in his side- and crowded yells filled the car.

"I got it, I got it!' the drummer called over the voices. Swerving a bit as he pulled the car into a parking lot, the band situated themselves to walk out to the supposed party. Izzy grabbed another glass of vodka rolling around at his feet before making his way to the sand. Dim streetlights in the distance and the far firelight casted a warm glow across the beach, the boys stumbling through the fine, cold sand over to the crowd.

"This party better be good, man. I don't even know these people, and I haven't got any reefer on me." Izzy said, his hazel eyes following the glass of liquor in Axl's hand while walking beside Slash. "Yeah, yeah, man. But I do!" A childishly mischievous grin spread across his lips as he pulled two scraggly looking joints from the front pocket of his jeans.

Briefly considering blowing off the sad excuse of a roll, Izzy settled for a tight-lipped nod of agreement and appreciation to his fellow guitarist. He plucked one of them from Slash's fingers and began searching his own pockets for a lighter.

Duff hooked a heavy arm around Steven's shoulder and laughed, "Are we gonna find the babes tonight or what, drummer?" Steven briefly leaned back to receive the bottle passed to him by Axl before raising the bottle then chugging. "Here's what I'm thinking," Duff continued, "A brunette under this arm, a redhead under my other one. All night long, until the sun comes up."

Steven sputtered a bit as he swallowed the pool of liquor and nodded, "Red is your color."

As they approached the fire, Duff began greeting various people as he passed, Izzy and Slash becoming familiar in the darker shadows under some trees- likely with a girl or three joining them.

Axl's oceanic eyes scanned the lot observantly, returning quickly back to one girl. Each time his gaze landed on her, again and again, she had a gorgeous smile across her features, leaned back in laughter while nudging around the alleged comic. Her hair tussled a bit as a breeze blew by and Axl knew then that he had to at least try to get her.