Precious

5- Girls, Girls, Girls

They were ready for a second round of sex when there was a sudden noise outside.

-What's that?

-Someone knocking at your door, Axl

-Shit

Those voices and laughs...those childish jokes and the mockery

-Fuckin shit. Let's get dressed while I open the door

Axl starts getting his clothes on while Saul do the same so that to go open the door to their idiot bandmates

If lights had been off they could have remained silent until Duff, Steven and Izzy left the place, but...

-Hey man, why the delay in opening the fuckin door, were you kissing the princess?

Duff...he is usually cool and friendly, until alcohol turns him into this numb asshole

-Axl has a headache, idiot. I was just trying to take care of him

-Boyfriend's attitude, Steven says

-And where is the princess?

-Fuck you, Duff. And stop calling him 'princess'

They laugh their asses off witnessing Slash defence of Axl.

But Izzy does not say anything. He is clearly too clever to believe his stupid story about Axl being ill.

-It's good that the princess has a personal nurse, isn't it?.

Steven's words are cut off by Axl entering the living room just to make them shut up.

-What the hell are you doing here?

-Maybe we are good friends

-Don't you play that card with me, Duff.

-We are going to a cabaret, asshole. We wanted to invite our friends. But here all we can see is the princess all upset

-Thanks god I feel sick, Steven, otherwise I would punch your ugly face and....

-Stop it. Come on, idiots. It's simple: the three of us are going to a cabaret. You are welcome to join us. Period

Izzy and his skills as a boss

-I...think....we...should....go...It will help my head to relax, seeing some hot chicks is always healthy

Axl, the idiot, playing straight dude again.

Slash can't believe this. They have the opportunity to say: 'no, thanks guys but we are gonna stay here until my headache stops', but he is so afraid of them finding out....

-I think you are wrong, Axl. You feel like shit, you should rest and relax,and....

-Hey, what are you, his nanny, Slash?. Let's go to have some fun, says Steven

Slash looks to Axl showing his disappointment, but it's late...he is indeed combing his precious hair and smiling to him innocently

The cabaret is that filthy place in which everything is possible: women, drugs, alcohol, prostitution and much more.

They choose a table and order a Nightrain. Meanwhile, hot chicks are dancing on the stage, they are beautiful strippers who dance for money, beautiful girls that would drive any man crazy.

Izzy smokes like the cool dom guy that he is, looking straight to the blonde girl who is dancing in front of him

Duff and Steven are still celebrating their stupid jokes.

Slash is still wondering why the idiot called Axl agreed to come here.

And Axl is acting out. Looking at the girls in awe while looking at Slash from time to time.

They are sitting side by side, so Slash gets close to his ear:

'What the hell are we doing here?. I wanna continue being alone with you'

-I don't want to be here either, Saul. But we have to learn to pretend. It's our story, not theirs.

And just like that, they are now the straight guys who are on fire with the strippers, so as to avoid their bandmates to realise the truth.

-We are going to leave soon, Saul. I will fake a severe headache.

-I hope so- Saul answers softly in his ear, while smiling at a girl and drinking his Nightrain.

Axl smiles to him and Slash knows he does not give a fuck about the strippers either, even when he is singing Girls, Girls, Girls, so that no one dare question his sexuality

-Do you like this song, Slash?. Axl asks, all horny, while the world around him ignore his true feelings

I'm such a good good boy
I just need e new toy
I tell ya what, girl
Dance for me, I'll keep you overemployed
Just tell me a story
You know the one I mean