Looks That Kill (Nikki Sixx FanFic)

Mistake

"Weed. You guys scared the shit out of me, forced me to steal old ladies' wheel chairs, and kept the duffel bag from me all day for weed."

I said it as more of a statement than a question. The group of men didn't seem fazed by my annoyance, and instead smiled and nodded as I spoke. They actually appeared to be quite pleased with themselves, and in fact were eager to see my reaction as they had unzipped the bag. Earlier, I had been just as eager to finally see my surprise. But now, I couldn't care less about the bags upon bags of herb that awaited me in the duffle. I hadn't smoked weed in my entire life, and I wasn't so sure about doing it now.

"Hell yeah! The key to true happiness!" Tommy finally broke the silence.

"And, we've got all the different options!" Nikki added, motioning his hand over some square papers and what looked like a glass vase of some sort. "Bongs, joints, and we can even make some edibles if you'd like."

I stared at them in disbelief. I knew that they did drugs, that was one of the main reasons I'd gone to them in the first place and sure, it could be worse. They could be inviting me to try some hardcore drugs like cocaine and heroine. But still, a part of me was nervous about trying something new. Especially if it was a drug that would possibly alter my mind. Would I trip? Would I cough up a lung? What if I turned into a total idiot? My mind was racing as Nikki began to roll nuggets of weed in tube of paper.

"Here, I'll start on a joint and Tommy will set up the bong. I don't know which you prefer, so we'll just get them all ready for ya'," Nikki murmured, fixated on the roll of paper in his fingers.

Did he think I'd done this before? If he did, I didn't feel the need to correct him. For some reason, I didn't want to seem like the naive and boring fashion model with the stick up her ass. After all, it was embarassing enough admitting to Nikki that I'd never been naked with a guy. I didn't want to admit I'd never tried weed before.

Not tonight. Not after all of the horrid pranks the band kept pulling on me. Tonight, I would revert back to the old Winter, the one they'd first met. I would be fearless and sexy. It was just pot. Pretty much everyone I knew smoked it, or had smoked it at some point. Surely it wouldn't hurt if I were to try it as well, and it definitely wouldn't hurt if the Crüe didn't know that this was my first time.

Looking between Nikki and Tommy as they busied themselves with the piles of weed, I began weighing my options. Although the bong was pretty and made of glass, it looked a lot more complicated than the humble joint. I didn't want to grab the bong and make a fool of myself when they realized that I had no clue how to use it. I figured it'd be safer to stick with the joint, which looked like a clumsily made cigarette. Hopefully, that meant it worked the same way as well.

"Alright. First bomber of the night. Who wants it?" Nikki addressed the entire room, but his sly smile was aimed directly at me. He held the joint in his hand, and held his gaze on me.

"Ladies first," Mick murmured from beside me, softly leaning back into the couch we were seated on. Unlike the rest of the guys, he didn't seem too interested in all of the marijuana we had scored from the hospital. If anything, he seemed more interested in the bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand.

"For sure. Winter needs to go first. We haven't seen her fucked up yet," Vince agreed, also leaning back in his chair.

I forced a smile as Nikki's hand swept forward, dangling the joint just inches away from me.

"Are you guys sure? I lost the race," I pointed out, slightly hopeful that I could buy myself some time. I was still a little anxious about trying pot.

"Go ahead, Winnie," Nikki urged me with a nod and a grin. "You've earned it, putting up with all of our shit today. Go on. Take a load off."

The rest of the Crüe chuckled and nodded in agreement. The sudden surge of acceptance and kindness that I felt emenating from the band left me speechless and with a goofy smile on my face. The worry I'd felt earlier over my reaction to weed seemed to melt away the longer I could see Nikki smirking at me.