Precious

6- Love Gun

-I coud totally go under the table, Slash, give you head, and they would not even realise it

-Umm..good idea, Axl

-Later, pretty man. And you will have to beg me

-Sure....

-What do you think I am, Slash?. A cocksucker?.

-Totally. Master of dicks

-Stop it, Curly. I am dying to suck you off but not in front of my friends

-So, what are you waiting for your acting skills?

But their horny conversation can't continue, or they will be arrested for having sex right there.

Time to leave this place

-Sorry, dudes. I feel my head aching and the Nightrain has made things worse

-Axl, don't you be such a pussy. That girl has been looking in your direction, go for her

-No, Duff. I really need some rest, man

-What about you, Nanny?

-Suck my dick, Duff

-Not me, Slash.

Fucker.

Axl gets up and Slash plays worried friend

-Take care or you can fall down, Axl

-I shouldn't have drunk that shit

Izzy is looking at him, with his mischievous smirk. He very well know Axl is such a bad actor

Steven is already kissing a girl

Strippers are winning their dollars

Duff is making love to his Vodka

Time to escape....

- I'm gonna be home, seriously. This headache is killing me

But nobody is paying any attention to him

Slash stands up and they leave the place

-Thanks to all the god above you are a singer and not an actor, precious

-Fuck you, Slash

Walking to Axl's home feels anything like magic:

dark streets, glam hairs, leather and alcohol smell

Those filthy streets are, however, like a second home to the band

-I wonder....did you like the strippers? -Yes, sir -They are so cute...huge tits, long legs, fake smiles... -It's their fucking job, Slash -I know. Why the question?

-Had I born a woman, I would have been a stripper

-There are male strippers as well, idiot

-Do you like them too? -No, -I only like a male