ೃ⁀➷ ❝ 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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𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙨
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We put on one hell of a show. Everyone was there to see Ozzy, or so I thought. I never expected the crowd to be chanting 'The Mental' as they were waiting for us to emerge on the stage; or when they screamed all the lyrics to Cherry Bomb as we preformed. Although we had little time, we put on a great fuckin' show.
𝗡𝗜𝗞𝗞𝗜
I watched the way she moved on stage, the way her body flowed as she was on all fours, singing into the mike. There's no way I loved her, just admired her. And she could one day be a good friend of mine. The show was fucking incredible, Ozzy was amazing, The Mental was amazing, and we were amazing. Talent all around. And right about now I was ready to do a few lines, drink, and get laid.
𝗩𝗜𝗢𝗟𝗘𝗧
I never thought I'd find myself staring at my enemy as he played on stage. But that's exactly what I did, everything in me told me to look away, run if I had to. But I just couldn't, people would say I'm crazy if I ever said Nikki Sixx was gorgeous. But he genuinely was, he had that look, a dangerous one. One you couldn't say no to. But enough talking about Nikki Sixx, cause I could go on for hours.
The smell of sex, weed, and whisky polluted the random night club we found near our hotel as we walked through the doors. Tommy hollered as Nikki immediately sprinted to the bar. Everyone decided to go out tonight, even Ozzy. My plan for the perfect night was, get drunk, have sex and pass out on the floor of my hotel room.
I joined Nikki at the bar, he sent me a short glance as he took a swig from a bottle of Jack Daniels. He offered me the bottle as I took a long sip. He eyed me as I went in for another.
"Nuh uh. One sip only." He smirked, maintaining eye contact as he drank from the glass bottle. Asshole.
"Can I get a Gin and tonic?" I called over the bartender as he quickly prepared the drink. I handed him the money as I immediately put my lips around the glass, taking a sip.
The alcohol had just entered my body, but it felt amazing. I had been sober for three days, three days too many. Although I wasn't an alcoholic, I still had those times where I would rely on drinking. But I did have rather a bad cocaine addiction, I never liked to admit it, but I knew deep down it was a problem. It went from valium to cocaine, neither is better or worse.
