Welcome to the Jungle, Sweetheart

The Drunk Red

Axl wanted to go drink his body weight. Of course though, for his weight as an adult man it was probably unhealthily low. For liquor though? That'll get you one hell of a hangover.

He went by himself down to the bar down the street and they figured he could handle himself because it was just down the street. The other guys didn't feel in the mood and Michelle was pregnant and couldn't drink alcohol. So he was gone for a few hours, maybe till morning, depending on if he passed out or hooked up with a girl.

Slash plopped down on the couch, snatching a blanket right off Steven's body. Steven looked up at him with a furious glare but Slash couldn't take him seriously because when Steven got mad he just looked like an unhappy muppet.

Steven pouted, "If you're gonna steal blankets, you may as well just go to your room and sleep." Slash gave him sad frown.

"But I don't wanna."

Slash turned to Michelle, who was reading a magazine. It was interesting how within a few days of her presence, everybody, herself included, had already become comfortable with the new roommate. "You're not gonna kick me out too, are you?"

She folded her magazine. "Well, not yet. But if you keep stealing blankets we just might banish you." Slash whimpered, giving her puppy dog eyes. Michelle shook her head. "That face is not gonna fly with me, curly," She said, flipping a strand of his curly hair before she walked off to the kitchen to get something to drink.

Slash grumbled, tossing Steven his blanket back. "Just take it you dirty little fucking fucker."

The truth was though that Slash didn't mind some peace and quiet for once. He liked reading and drawing or plucking something random on his guitar just by himself for a second. It was kinda nice. He had turned his lights off so his eyes could relax now, and he laid down to go to sleep. He wasn't asleep yet, he just enjoyed the quiet. Things were almost never quiet around here.

He should've known that wouldn't last very long.

Slash heard the old wooden boards of his bedroom door slowly creak open, and the door clicked shut.

Slash blinked his eyes open to his dark room, with just a faint light shining from out his window. When he opened his eyes he had to adjust to the darkness, but in the city light he could see the figure of a very drunk Axl wearing a white, Angels baseball jersey, and red kilt, stumbling into his room and tripping over his own feet. "Heyyy Slasher. Dark in here isn't it?"

Slash smiled with amusement, sitting up a little. "Woah, somebody's wasted," he said teasingly. Axl played with his red hair. "Who?" He asked, looking around the room as if there were other people.

Axl gave a silly little giggle, leaning towards Slash. "Imma tell you a secret baby, but don't tell anybody..." Axl glanced around the room, lowering his voice to a whisper as if there were somebody he didn't want overhearing, "I'm druuunk.."

Axl giggled again as if he were a ten-year-old girl who's best friend just told him some juicy gossip. Slash gasped, pretending to be shocked. Axl had the biggest, goofiest smile ever, and he climbed under Slash's blankets with him as if this were his room and he knew exactly what he was doing. He sat down, almost right on top of him, and let his head collapse onto Slash's collarbone with his nose nestled to his neck.

Slash's eyelids begin to feel heavy when all of sudden Axl picked his head off his shoulder. Slash lifted his head sleepily, he had almost nodded off too. "What?" Slash blinked bewilderedly when Axl climbed into Slash's lap, straddling him. Slash watched in dazed confusion as Axl pulled his jersey over his head. Axl smirked, "Wanna fuck?"