'Love again - Duff Mckagan.

chapter 2, page 5.

Friday, Augest 19th, 1987.
.... 11:01AM (leading smut)

"Steven, get off the fuckin' counter!" I hiss, throwing a pillow at steven.

"I'm bored, leave me alone!" He yells, walking on the counter.

"I hope this bus turns and you fall flat on your face," Axl hisses, croses his arms.

Under the circumstances of last night, everybody wasn't totally sober nor hungover, everybody went to their hotel room and drunk - nothing special.

"Did you not drink at all last night?" Duff asked, taking a chug of water.

Steven stayed silent, his face still.

"Oh! You didn't drink, but you- oh," duff stops mid sentence, nodding his head and getting what Steven did.

Steven nodded, sitting on the counter like a normal person.

"Man, yall do that shit?" I ask, looking at steven.

"What shit? Coke?" He asks, turning to face the group.

"Yes, all that stuff," I gesture around.

He shrugs, "Don't knock it till you try it."

Duff stares at steven in disbelief, "she wouldn't be fuckin' tryin' that, steven."

His voice was dark toned, a serious factor about it running thru it.

"Definitely not steven, shit easy to get addicted to, you gotta knock that off," I agree with Duff.

He shrugs, "i heard it from my family. I don't need to hear it from you, too, rose."

"Whatever, Steven," I mumble, crossing my arms.

The silence fell between the group, and izzy had no part take in this since he was calling Roxy up front, axl was just watching. A little switch in his mood would be helpful.

Danielle was passed out in me and duffs bunk, we didn't care much, though, since she was tired.

Slash was sprawled out on the couch with duff, one leg on the floor, and the other lazily thrown on the couch, his hair all in his face and top hate covering his face like a cowboy.

We all weren't in the best moods, steven and izzy to a shocker, would've been the ones in the best mood - besides Steven, he's mostly always happy.

Izzy comes in happy, a smile plastered on his face, coming in and looking around with a frown when he sees the faces.

"Roxy is coming soon?" He almost questions to us, a hopeful smile on his face.

"Yay?" I sarcastically cheer. What was I supposed to say to that?

"Oh come the fuck on! Rose, what's up your ass?" Izzy crosses his arms, unamused.

"Non of your damn business," i mumble, shutting my eyes and putting my head on the back of the couch.

"Duff?" Izzy says, I guess looking at Duff.

"Steven," Duff simply replies.

I hear shuffling so, to my guess, izzy looked at steven.

"Don't look at me," Steven mumbles.

"It's cool Roxy is coming, but, does she not worry about her job?" I sit up and ask, my eyes open now.

Izzy stayed quiet, looking at me I guess trying to think on how to respond.

"She's a uh.." he trials off, mumbling something so quiet we can't hear.

"Huh?" I almost yell, furrowing my eyebrows at him.

"A striper," he mumbles, still quiet.

"A striper?" Steven asks, his golden smile on his face.