how soon is now? || w. a rose [i/v]

YOKO III

EXCLUSIVE! ROSE AND BERNOW ARE ENGAGED! RELATIONSHIP SINCE AUGUST

Two photographs showing a very happy Rose and Bernow, the first of them in a tight embrace, and the second showing off her large diamond rings have been released alongside the statement, "Axl and Andy have become close and started a relationship after first meeting in Las Vegas in August. The newly engaged couple are very happy and would ask for some level of privacy at this time," It is expected that Bernow will do an interview after Mind the Gap's LA performance on January 20th, and we will be sure to ask for a comment on her new rockstar fiancee.

// Rolling Stone, January 1990

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w. nsfw references, drug use

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Yoko yawned as she watched the bartender pass her another round of drinks; three glasses of champagne, a glass of Jack, a beer, two of Vodka and a plain Coke. It was already past eleven and they had been out since eight and it didn't look like they would be leaving anytime soon.

The club was certainly not the one she had visited on Christmas Day, the bar was slightly different shaped and the booths were a black velvet instead of the crushed red. There were no hanging chandeliers, instead moody golden lights on the wall.

It could be the club that Slash took her to afterwards but if it was she didn't remember it. She didn't remember fucking anything from that night. The tray was heavy as she went to pick it up, her nails had grown longer and they slipped against the mirrored surface.

The place was smothered down with second hand smoke, a cigarette laying in every other person's hand. She wrinkled her nose as she passed through the crowd of people dancing to some Poison track from four years ago, pushing past the leather pants and latex of multiple dancing couples. She snorted when she saw the multiple different bandanas across the dance floors, mostly red and pale blue. They didn't look as good when they weren't clashing against Axl's fiery hair.

Some girl huffed at her when she stood on her toes, her elbow jabbing hard in between ribs causing her to nearly spill Slash's jack down her silver dress. Yoko smirked at that, imagining her pinched eyebrows and horrified expression if Guns N Roses' guitarist came over asking about his spilled drink. She had similar cheekbones and pouty lips that Victoria had, the same mauve lipstick, neither pink or brown.

She probably had the same terrible fried blonde extensions as well.

The song had changed when she reached their booth, a heavy bass thundering through the speakers, and she was still shocked nobody had spotted them yet. If not for Slash's top hat and Axl's ginger hair, then purely for Duff's height. Either they'd told the groupies to fuck off or security was actually doing their job for once, but then again she'd seen the flock of push-up bra-ed hens run over to Sebastian Bach in the corner.

He was handsome, and she knew Eric quite liked Skid Row, and he was an apparent friend of Axl. He had kissed her and Andy's cheeks and offered the happy couple a quick congratulations before being dragged away by his collar. Yoko knew that the ravenous hyenas would have their prey, ripping off shirts and trousers, pulling on hair and baring teeth.

Speaking of the happy couple, it was now Slash's turn to marvel at Andy's ring. The whole table had spent the night looking at the gold and diamonds under the light, except Izzy, who to her amazement and jealousy, had seen it first a few days ago. It was very beautiful, the twisting bands covered in small diamonds before meeting the very large centre one. Beautiful, and expensive.