ೃ⁀➷ ❝ You're in the [ 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝 ], I'm in the [ 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 ]. Nobody's [ 𝐬𝐨𝐧 ], nobody's [ 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 ]. ❞ - Lana Del Rey
Sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll. Violet Vienna and Nikki Sixx, two broken halves, who fit perfectly. Although they claime...
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╰┈➤ ❝ [ 𝟭𝟵𝟴𝟭 ] ❞ —
𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗕𝗕𝗟𝗘𝗗𝗝𝗨𝗠𝗕𝗟𝗘𝗗𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗢 my crumpled piece of paper, groaning as I misspelt another word. Last night I ended up drinking the whole bottle of jack Nikki bought me, my hangover was kicking my ass.
I was currently writing a new song, that was different, but still suited us. I still hadn't called Nikki yet, I probably should. Fuck, I promised myself this wasn't going to turn into a song about the mysterious man. I was simply just using his words to create a song, it just gave me some ideas.
I groaned, clicking my pen and shoving it into my bra. Quickly I thrusted open the bathroom stall door as rock music bounced off the walls in the bathroom. Girls leaned over the sinks, applying lipstick and gossiping, per usual. I brushed past them, leaving the bathroom as hot, humid air slapped me in the face. Surrounding me, thickening the air around me.
My eyes instantly flew to the crowd, scavenging for Milo. Surprise, surprise, Milo dragged me here, to the Whisky a go-go. Hell I don't even know what band is on, and yet Milo still dragged me here. I shoved the paper into the waistband of my leather pants, adventuring off in the crowd. The crowd consumed me, swallowing me whole, yanking me around.
As my arms were gripped, and people continued throwing curses at me as I scoffed. Finally I saw Milo's long black spiky hair over the crowd, I thrusted the people out of my way, squeezing in between the tiny gap of people.
Milo appeared, leaned over and whispering meaningless nothings into a brunettes ear as she giggled. I smacked him over the head, causing him to immediately stand up straight.
"Ow, what the fuck Lottie?" He groaned rubbing his head, "No wait-" He reached out after the woman who was now walking away.
"Sorry dumbass, did I get in the way of your hookup?" I sarcastically grinned, patting his back as he rolled his eyes.
"Fuckin' clearly," Milo cursed "Where the fuck were you?"
"Bathroom. Anyway, who the fuck is even performing today?" I adjusted my lace up leather top.
"Take a look for yourself." He smirked, immediately shooting panic through my spine.
Instantly I turned around, toward the stage, noticing the familiar group of men on stage.
fuck.
"You're a fucking asshole, y'know that?" I shoved his arm, slyly focusing on the eye grabbing band.
They played so smoothly, so effortlessly. I was lowkey jealous, I wish I looked that good when I played. Don't even get me started on the blonde bouncing around the small stage. His voice was rough like concrete, but also smooth like butter at the exact same time. I was very much jealous of him. Milo pulled my arm, yanking me to the edge of the crowd.
