when an elegant young supermodel meets a messed up young man through a childhood best friend.
her name was Valentina Montana and his happened to be Tommy fucking Lee.
what's the worst that can happen?
"Val! I finally told Vince about the club we drank in some time ago and he agreed to try out performing there!" Nikki tells me enthusiastically.
"That's great then!" I reply.
"We're performing tonight at around 10 pm."
"Alright, bet." I tell him as I go to my room to get ready since it's already 7 pm. Plus, they have to go in early anyway to get the equipment ready.
-time skip-
I'm all ready now, I put together an outfit of a revealing small white dress and long black leather boots.
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I did my hair and makeup and prepared my Saint Laurent bag for the night. I stepped out of the room and made my way to Nikki's.
On the way there, I happen to walk past Tommy. We both slow down for a moment and he eyes me up and down, giving me an inconspicuous smile. I keep making my way to Nikki's room and casually open the door when I get there.
"Oh, hey Val" He quickly moves his face away from the table, me interrupting his moment of doing coke.
"Hey, Nik" I say, walking slowly towards him.
"Come do a few bumps with me, won't you?" He entreats.
"Sure." I reply as I sit on the chair next to him, taking the cigarette he handed me. I snort the line through the cigarette, throwing my head back, sharply inhaling through my nose as it makes it's way to my bloodstream.
Ruining our moment, Tommy walks through the door.
He abruptly stops in his tracks and furrows his brows.
"Oh, what the fuck is wrong with you Nikki?" He questions rhetorically, walking towards me, yanking me up from my arm.
"The fuck?" I snap.
"Get out of here." He drags me out of the room and into the empty hallway. We stand there for a moment until he speaks;
"You have to stop doing drugs."
"Oh, shut the fuck up, Tommy."
"Seriously, you've experienced the consequences yourself." He lectures me, looking down at me with a disappointed expression.
"Why do you care anyway?" I ask, crossing my arms.
"What is wrong with you? Why wouldn't I care?" He asks, visibly offended.
