When Angie turned 23, she moved from a small town in Wyoming to Los Angeles, hoping to leave her shitty life behind and start over. Hollywood is the beacon for everyone who wants to make it in the entertainment industry, hoping to become successful...
Words: 4.4K Warnings: strong language, alcohol, drugs A/N: things are getting spicy ;)
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Angie had made her way to the club after she left the Mötley house all upset. She quickly tried to fix her makeup in the bathrooms there. For fucks sake, why did this have to happen tonight? Why couldn't he just give up on her? She didn't know what she felt for him, but she knew it wasn't the same thing he felt for her. He seemed to be completely mesmerised by her, melting under her touch, totally lost as he looked into her eyes. The way being in love always was portrayed in books and in movies seemed pretty accurate of what he was going through. But she did not feel that. Could she even feel that? Maybe. Maybe if she wasn't as fucked up as she was. Maybe if she didn't have a heart of stone. Not just her heart was hidden within a tall stone fortress, but all of her was. She had build a damn solid concrete wall around her, and it would take a lot to break that down. Not even Tommy would be able to do that. Maybe he had managed to take off one brick, but that's all. He said he loved her but he doesn't even know who she is. He had never seen the real her. The physical attraction was there but that wasn't enough to try it, not for her anyways. She hated to break his heart but she had no choice. It wouldn't be fair to him. He deserved a much better girl.
It was hard for her that night to focus on her actual job. She almost dropped a full tray of drinks as she bumped into a costumer. The amount of shots she had taken behind the bar to calm her nerves didn't help with her motor skills either. Angie had just escaped the grip of a middle aged man as one of her coworkers dragged her along to a pole.
"Cherry, I'm not going to do that." She hissed to the platinum blonde, who was a stripper. "Oh come on, you look amazing tonight." She tried to encourage her. "I can't fucking pole dance. I've never really done it." She said in slight panic. "Just dance around a bit. They're crazy for you anyway, Angel!" Cherry said, calling her by her club name; Angel.
Cherry pushed her towards the pole, earning hollers from the men. She shot her colleague a dead glare before strutting over to the pole. She seductively twirled around the pole, giving some poses. The men were mad for her and already started throwing dollar bills at her. Just as she hooked one leg around the cold metal and gave them another good look of her attractive body she noticed a familiar person walking in. As if this day couldn't get any worse. She was so shocked by it she almost lost grip of the pole and stumbled. But she regained herself and stood up straight again, moving her hands through her hair. Angie took a hold of the pole once more, swinging around in a circle, before stopping in her tracks again as she made eye contact with Nikki. The men let out all sorts of angry yells because she had stopped. Angie looked around helplessly, luckily Cherry did see her panicked face and walked over to switch places with her. Then Nikki started making his way over to her, getting noticed by some men.
"Hey, why does this guy get to get her for himself?" One screamed as the rockstar walked closer to the blonde girl.
"Isn't that Nikki Sixx?" "What the hell is he doing here? "Isn't he that guy from Bon Jovi?" "Fucking rockstars always get what they want!"
