rule number three

you've been burned baby, lessons learned

In and Out of Love - Bon Jovi

'Wear that strappy one.'
'What?'
'Ya know, the one with the straps?'
'The one with the straps? You're kidding me right?'
The voices grew louder, getting more frustrated with eachother, 'The black top with the straps!'
'TOMMY! EVERY FUCKING TOP I OWN IS BLACK WITH STRAPS!'
'That's not true, you had a red shirt on before.'
'Dave, don't even start with me.'
'For gods sake Robbie! the black one with the lace that you wore to aesrosmith!'
'WH- Ohhhh I know what ya mean now, i just need to find it.'

Jason and Lars sat in Frisks dressing room, taking in the scene infront of them with extreme humor. As Nikki preoccupied himself with two groupies, Dave absently read a copy of playboy and Tommy and Robbie argued over god knows what, he realised just how much he loved the band. As the group made polite conversation, Jason and Lars' were quicky cut short, as Robbie carelessly changed infront of them.

As much as they knew James would kick their asses for even looking in her direction, they were men after all and a little looking never hurt anyone. Whilst the members of Frisk didn't even bat an eye, Lars and Jason couldn't pull their eyes away. They always knew Robbie was hot, but this was a whole new world. Her exposed chest displayed two nipple piercings, a belly piercing, the statement 'riot' below her breast and a snake tattooed on her hip. God she was sexy. James had no idea what he was missing. She then proceeded to remove her shorts, walking around the crowded room in a black lacy corset and a hot pink g-string, muttering something to herself.

'So,' Lars cleared his throat, 'I hear you and James had a good time last night?'
Dave suddenly began to pay attention to Robbie, watching her every move closely.
'Yeah, he's fun when he loosens up a bit.' She continued, still searching for her pants.
'So... did anything happen?' Lars continued, raising his brows suspiciously.
'Nope, we just danced and he walked me home.' Robbie spoke, plastering a small smile on her face, despite feeling anything but happy.
'Kirk had a good night at least.' Lars perked up.
'Oh shit that chick from the bar,' Dave turned away from Robbie, cupping his hands over his chest dramatically, 'with the massive tits?' The boys laughed as Robbie merely rolled her eyes.

'What's up now?' Dave prodded, knowing there was clearly something wrong with his usually bright and bubbly singer.
'I hate this outfit! I'm gunna go find Jess and see if she has anything I can borrow.'
'Like you're gunna fit into her shirts.' Nikki mused, rolling his eyes.
'Yeah you're right, I've got nothing to wear.' She huffed defeatedly, but the sparkle in her eye only unnerved Dave.

'Guess I'll just have to wear this.' With that, Robbie ripped off her shirt and strutted out of the green room as a pale faced Dave, and an enthralled Lars chased behind.
'ROBBIE MONROE, RULE NUMBER ONE, GET YOUR SHIRT ON NOW!' Dave shouted behind her, only encouraging her to increase her pace, throwing her head back and laughing shrilly.

As she turned a corner, she noticed an MTV camera, mid interview, pointed towards none other than James Hetfield, 'The new albums no different from the others ya know,' James scratched the back of his neck, 'Just hard, fast and loud.'

'Just the way I like it!' Robbie proclaimed, kissing James roughly on the cheek, and flashing her breasts towards the camera, as everyone only looked on in shock, A look painted on James' face, that she could only assume was hatred, only fuelling her drug infused rampage more.

Suddenly Cherry appeared from behind the camera, 'Robbie this is live!' She whispered in a harsh tone as everyone stood around awkwardly, as the camera man pointed the camera to her bear chest, earning him a death glare from James, who was trying to look anywhere but her breasts.

'Better make it count then...' With that, Robbie looked into the camera with a wicked smirk, grabbed a bewildered Lars, and pulled him into a nearby dressing room, winking to the camera slyly,
'Now on MTV, singer Robbie Monroe and drummer Lars Ulrich's sex tape leaked to the world!', closing the door suggestively.

'God I love that girl.' Jess half laughed, as everyone else just stood around awestruck, at a complete loss for what to do next.