Hell on Earth | W. Axl Rose

Chapter 2: Whisky a Go Go

It was morning, although not necessarily early as it was just a few minutes before noon, and the L.A. sun shone through the windows of the Guns N' Roses residence. The light clearly showed the aftermath of last night's events. Paraphernalia of drugs sprawled on the coffee table and kitchen counter, empty bottles of booze on the floor, and even some used condoms here and there.

Most of the band was still passed out from last night's debauchery, apart from two who decided to clean up a bit to make the area a little more tolerable to live in. Izzy took care of getting rid of any evidence of drugs while Duff picked up the empty bottles (but he always checked if there was even a sip left before throwing it away). Slash was just gently snoring away while lying on the floor on his front. Steven was also sleeping on the floor and used the guitarist's bush of curls as a nice fluffy pillow.

The one who was able to get a couch for the night was Axl, and that was mainly due to the sympathy the others felt when they heard some chick kicked him in the balls and because they were scared of what the singer might do if they refused. The injured male held a bag of ice wrapped in a towel on his crotch for pretty much the majority of the night up until he shifted his position during his slumber.

"Mmm..." the fiery haired male murmured against the cushion as he slowly started to wake up. His eyes flickered open and cringed a little at the bright light of the sun that shone directly into his eyeballs. He brought up his hand to his tired face and rubbed it to fully get rid of the sleep. There was still soreness in his lower region that just had to remind him of what went down hours before.

Slowly after him, the two that were on the floor also started to stir awake. The blonde was the first to sit up and stretch his arms out with an audible yawn. He blinked his eyes a couple of times to adjust to the lighting but his usual prominent smile graced his face as he looked around at his bandmates.

"Good morning, guys. How's everyone doing?"

"Utter shit..." Axl was the first to speak as he groaned at the lingering sensation in his sacred area which made him put the palm of his hand on it to ease the pain.

Steven looked at him lying on the couch and made a small 'oof..' sound with his mouth when he remembered what happened to him.

"Shit, dude, is it really that bad, tho?" The drummer cocked his head a little with a raised eyebrow, making the golden fluffy hair bounce a little.

"Worse than ever before..."

"Damn." the male pressed his lips into a thin line as he scratched the back of his head, looking around a little awkwardly. Then he set his gaze to the ball of curly hair lying beside him, now awake but still groggy. "What about you, Slash? You had fun last night?"

"A girl sucked my dick..." the other mumbled.

"Was it good?"

"Yeah..."

"That's nice," he smiled, crossing his legs and holding onto his ankles while letting out a content sigh at the thought of his own experience from the party. "I met a girl last night. She was so lovely and sweet..." he gushed dreamily at the thought of the female that he encountered and gently rocked from side to side like a happy little kid. "She let me rest my head on her boobies and at that moment I think I saw a future with her."

"D cups?" Slash perked up at the mention of a woman's assets.

"Mm, I don't think so. Maybe C cups?" Steven mumbled as he rubbed his chin in thought.

"Oh..." a disappointed sigh was heard.

Axl just rolled his eyes at that with an irritated grunt. He couldn't help but feel a jab of jealousy and annoyance in his chest when he heard the drummer's positive experience with a random chick he met. When he had a similar experience all he got in return was a kick in the balls. That's not fair, is it?