Dave Mustaine X Y/N (MS)

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Dave POV

We're on tour, me and metallica- James, Jason, Lars and Kirk. For the month we're here, we're in a random hotel that we decided to stay in because all the others were booked out. I'm not, like, actually playing with them. I'm just tagging along 'cuz I wanted to.

The maids and janitors n shit are all stupid dickheads. They don't know how to do their job, and they don't even know who we are. They literally live in the hotel's basement, that's how shitty they are.

All but one.

We all agree that she's the sexiest, but only me and Lars have the intentions to fuck her. Like, how can you find someone sexy as hell but not want to fuck them? It's so weird. Anyways, this worker. All we know is that her name is Y/N, she's Y/A (your age, or over 20), she works night shifts as a waitress, she actually knows who we are and she respects us, and she's very gorgeous. Me, James, Kirk, Lars and Jason have all put together a plan. We're going to request for her service, then we'll take her out, buy her some drinks, have a good time, go back home, then James and Kirk and Jason will leave her to me and Lars.

Yes. Very good plan. It has to work.

It's almost time for stage one- request for her service.

"You're sure it'll work?" I lay down on my bed, facing towards Lars. "I mean, she might not like you. Or your angry inch. Like, I know she'll adore me. But im just worried for you, Lars."

Lars rolls his eyes. "It'll be fine, you stupid fag. And, just so you know, I have a higher body count than James right now, so shut up."

We sit in silence, both staring at the badly painted ceiling. We keep our focus on the ceiling until James comes in.

"Alright fellas, it's time. You remember what we are doing, right?" James says.

"Yeah, we kno-" Lars starts.

"I don't give a fuck about y'all, I dibs on calling her!" I shout, racing over to the phone to call the front desk.

I dial the number and wait for the front desk to pick up. Meanwhile, I over hear Lars and James. "Do I still have a higher body count than you, James?" Lars says.

"Surprisingly, yes. Don't worry though, 'cuz I'm catching up." James replies.

I don't hear what Lars says after that because the front desk guy has now answered the phone.

"Hello, this is Frank at the front desk. What do you need?" he says.

"Hey Frank, I'm Dave, from room 17. I need the waitress up here, quickly." I say.

"Alright, she's on her way." Frank says, hanging up.

A minute later, we hear a knock on the door. Jason answers it, and as we hoped, Y/M is there.
"Hey, come on in. We need your help." Jason says, clearing the doorway so she can walk into the room.

"Stage 1, done. Now for stage 2, to have some drinks." Kirk whispers to me.

Y/N POV

I walk into room 17. Frank, from the front desk, called me to come up here because one of the guests asked for assistance. I don't know what they need, though.

I'm wearing my best waitress dress tonight. It's just black and white, but it was the sexiest and most expensive dress I could find that was suitable enough for my job.

The guy who welcomed me in leads me to one of the bedrooms. I follow him into the room and realise who I'm with right now- the entirety of the world-famous band Metallica, and one of the previous members, too! Wow, just wow.

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