Welcome to the Jungle, Sweetheart

So Fine

Axl woke up the next morning with feeling in his foot and his leg felt on fire. Axl rolled over, tossing Slash's arms off of him. He grabbed Slash by the shoulders and shook him aggressively a million times, "SLASHHHHHHHHH WAKE UUUUUUUUUUUP MY LEG FUCKING HURTSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!" 

He blinked, sleepily, "Ughh let go of me! You're gonna gimme whiplash..!" 

Axl let go of him, "Its sore honey, it hurts!"

Slash yawned, scratching the back of his head, "Whaddoyou want me to do about it?" 

Axl shook him again, making his head wobble back and forth, "MAKE IT GO AWAY FUCKHEAD!" 

Slash grumbled under his breath to himself, "Could've joined Poison, Slash... But nooo you didn't want to go glam... You had to join Guns N Roses Slash... Could've worked at a record store..." Slash dragged himself out of bed and trudged out to go find painkillers, something to drug Axl back to sleep, and a shotgun to kill himself with. 

Okay so Slash did bring him Tylenol, and yeah, it did get rid of the pain, but he also gave him a lot more than the recommended dose. He stared at the label on the bottle for a long time, trying to figure out medical language stuff, he gave him one less than the maximum pill amount for overdosing. So he just can't have one more. But yeah, it definitely killed the pain, and he was gonna be pretty loopy for a while. Oh man but it was it ever funny. 

When Axl opened his eyes again he was on the couch, and the sky was purple twilight, and the clock read nine p.m. He yawned sleepily, burrowing back into the blanket. He realized he was fully able to move his leg again, however now he could feel the quite uncomfortable bandages on his calf, but he didn't care that much. 

He noticed more so the fact that there was a Steven sleeping at his feet, and he acknowledged his own strange outfit that consisted of Slash's oversized graphic t-shirt that he was struggling to read what it said upside down but because it was Slash's he could make out some obscenity, and what appeared to be what could only be Michelle's relatively short, pleated red plaid skirt. He'd feel really uncomfortable but he at least was wearing his red biker shorts under the skirt and he actually thought he looked pretty good. 

Axl kicked Steven's ass with his left leg, "Hey, wake up fucker!" Steven sat up sleepily and his eyes widened, quickly rolling off the couch as if remembering the time Axl beat the shit out of him when disturbing his nap. 

"Sorry Axie!" he squeaked. 

Axl narrowed his eyes at him. 

"...Did you just call me Axie?" 

Steven blinked and smiled a little, "Sorry, I'm sure you would've preferred 'kitten.'" 

Axl raised an eyebrow at him, "Excuse me?" Steven went to reply when Slash walked past them, drinking liquor from a tall glass. Axl sat up a little, "Slasher what's Stevie talking about? Also what the fuck am I wearing?" 

Slash set his glass on the coffee table, "Which answer do you want first?" 

Steven bounced up and down eagerly with a giddy smile, "The second one! The second one!" 

Slash sat down on the back of the couch, "Okay so you're wearing that because uh, when you took the Tylenol you got really loopy. You were watching a movie, I'm not sure what it was, with Michelle and I guess there was some girl who was wearing a similar outfit and, this is just going off what Michelle told me keep in mind, and she was laughing so hard when she told me I'm not sure I got the whole story. Anyway, she said that you said that they were 'a fucking hag,' and that you could pull off that look way better than them. She thought it was so funny she said you could keep the skirt."