Same Ol' Situation || Nikki Sixx

Five ✩ Party for Nasties

After we parked in front of the building and got out into the chilly air, one of the apartment doors swung open. In a rush of curls and long limbs, Tommy dashed down the stairs toward me, practically tackling me in a bear hug.

"Britty-Boo! You came!" Tommy squeezed me tight, his grin reaching from ear to ear.

"God... Don't call me that." Despite my protest, a small smile crept onto my lips. Sometimes Tommy acted like some kind of man-child.

After Tommy finally released me, he grabbed my arm and led me to the rundown apartment he shared with two of his bandmates. On closer inspection, I noticed a few cockroaches crawling around the windowsill. Turning up my nose, I walked ahead of Tommy and into the apartment.

Once inside, the overwhelming scent of cigarettes and alcohol hit me. I coughed, making way for Tommy to follow me.

The place was a mess, with mismatched couches, scattered instruments, and bottles everywhere. My apartment was cluttered, but next to this, it was practically spotless.

 As I stepped into the dim living room, Tommy patted my shoulder. "It's a bit of a mess; we forgot to clean..." He shrugged, walking past me toward the kitchen.

"I can tell." I sighed, flopping onto one of the couches.

As soon as I sat down, I felt something slimy and stood up with a strangled yelp. Looking down, I gagged at the sight of a used condom.

Tommy stuck his head back into the living room, holding two beer bottles and a curious expression. As he realised what happened, he burst into laughter, stumbling out of the kitchen.

"I am so sorry about that!" He snorted, putting the bottles on a nearby table (which he had to clear off) and grabbing the rubber with his bare hands. "That was definitely Vince."

I turned up my nose as Tommy dealt with the condom, taking a deep breath. Watching him toss it across the room in an unsuccessful attempt to land it in the wastepaper basket, I looked up at him, unamused. I could tell he was holding back laughter.

Almost as soon as I turned to sit back down, the hallway door burst open, revealing a tall man with dark hair and a scowl.

I recognised him as Nikki Sixx, the one who had asked me to wear "something tight" on the phone. He wore nothing but low-cut leather pants. I averted my gaze, focusing on a stain in the corner.

The couch groaned as Nikki sat down next to me. Crossing my legs, I scooted further up the seat, turning my head to observe him.

Nikki Sixx might have been attractive, but his attitude was less appealing. The tight pants showcased his v-line and snail trail, making me cringe internally. Just as I was having these thoughts, he smirked.

"Nice dress."

Ignoring his comment, I reached for a beer from the table Tommy had set up. Nikki called for Tommy, and he popped out of the kitchen.

"What's up, Nik?" Tommy answered, making himself comfortable between Nikki and me on the couch.

"Where's Blondie gone?" Nikki asked, making space on the couch. By 'Blondie,' he meant their singer, Vince.

"Didn't he say he was going to get drinks and shit?" Tommy tilted his head, looking at Nikki sitting next to him.

Vince had, in fact, gone to the Rainbow earlier, picking up slabs of alcohol and having a quickie in the dingy bathrooms with whatever eager lady threw herself at him.

As if on cue, Vince stumbled up the stairs to the apartment with his arms full of liquor, shouting through the door.

"Hey, assholes, open up!" Struggling to open the door with his hands full, Tommy jumped up, bounding over to help.