"I'm so fucking mad man" Nikki grumbled into the phone.
"Why?" Mick asked, rolling his eyes a bit.
"You should fucking-what're you doing?"
"What's it sound like I'm doing?" Mick asked.
"Washing dishes"
"Well there's your answer. The fuck ya callin me for? You're mad?" Mick asked.
"Yes"
"Ah huh..." Mick hummed. "How'd that detox go? Should've left Tommy with a hazmat suit"
"Shut the fuck up, dude" Nikki muttered.
"Where is Tommy anyways?" Mick asked.
"Sleeping"
"He's sleeping through all your bullshit with me?" Mick cocked an eyebrow.
"I wanna come home..." Nikki said quietly. Mick hummed softly.
"Come home then bud" Mick said. "We miss you, and then you can pout in the comfort of your own... you"
"Me?"
"Yes you, you can pout in the comfort of yourself" Mick said, putting the dishes down.
Vince tiptoed and came up behind him, wrapping his arms around and tucked his head into Mick's neck. He plucked the phone out between Mick's shoulder and ear.
"Thank you- hey Nikki" Vince said.
"Hey Vinny"
"How're you feelin bud?" Vince asked.
"He's angry" Mick piped in, snickering.
"Nikki dearest, don't be stubborn, Mick can make dinner, and we can all have it together" Vince said.
"I will?" Mick chuckled.
"I like our kitchen, I don't wanna see it go up in flames" Vince said sweetly.
"Ah huh..."
"Anyways, please Nik? Come home, bud, you can either bring or leave Tommy, your choice" he teased.
"I heard that" Tommy suddenly piped in, giggling. "Hello Vinny and Mickey"
"Hey there T" Mick said, he reached a bit and pulled Vince back into his arms while they had the phone between them.
"Halloooo"
"Hey hey, T" Vince said. "Soooooo, how're things?" He asked, a sly tone of voice.
"Gooooood, except Nikki is mister grumpy" Tommy giggled.
"Is he pouting?" Mick asked.
"Yes-no!"
"Nik, quit pouting. Get your ass dressed and beat feet home, yeah?"
"Beat feet?" Tommy asked, clearly confused.
"I'll-hey, I got another call comin in, I'll call you two later, yeah?" Mick said.
"Byeeeeee"
"God... hello?" Mick answered. It was Sharon.
"Wanted to stop by your place, but you weren't there"
"Which place? My old apartment that you never saw or the park that only useless druggies sleep in" Mick rolled his eyes.
"Fuck off, Mick"
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Bad Day (Mötley Crüe)
FanfictionMick Mars and Nikki Sixx were damn near basket cases and almost unapproachable to anybody who came near them. Mick drank vodka like Nikki did heroin. They were their vices. Their poisons. Their true loves that never loved them back. Their true lov...
