Rocket Queen

chapter seven -- stacy

The morning of January 27 1987 starts off the same as pretty much every other day. I wake up late in the day, shower, do my hair and makeup, and get dressed for the club. A little while before I leave for work, the phone rings and I pick up, smiling when I hear Slash's voice on the other end of the phone. It's not unusual for any of the guys to call me, we've gotten really close over the past few months, and they like having me around almost as much as I like hanging around with their band.

"Hey pretty girl," Slash says. "What're you up to today?"

I smile to myself at the pet name. All of the guys have been flirtatious at one point or another, but Axl and Slash are definitely the boldest. "Nothing, just work," I reply. "Why, what are you guys doing?"

"Nothing," he says, sounding bored. "Hey, maybe me and the guys'll stop by tonight. You're still at the Blue Moon, right?"

I laugh, not believing that they really will. "Yeah, I am."

"Alright then," I can hear his smile through the phone. "I'll see you later."

"See you later, Slash," I say, hanging up the phone.

Tonight is slow, and I'm more bored and tired than anything by the time I'm less than halfway through my shift at 10:30 pm. So it's all the more exciting when I see – to my surprise – the familiar outline of Slash's messy curls and Axl's unmistakable red hair walk into the club. I'm up in an instant, rushing to greet them before any of my coworkers can. I doubt they're here to spend money, but if they are, I'm gonna be the one getting their cash. After all, they are my friends.

"Hello, boys," I say in my most overly seductive, comically sexed-up voice. It's supposed to make them laugh, but as soon as they see the clothes – or lack thereof – on my body, they seem to be rendered speechless. I roll my eyes, taking them each by the hand and pulling them up to the bar, ordering a round of shots for us and then walking with them to the back of the club for some privacy.

"You look... so good," Slash finally says, his eyes still trailing up and down my body in the hot pink lace lingerie set I chose for tonight.

Axl laughs at his friend, and I give him a puzzled look before realizing that, while Axl has seen me naked before, this is the first time Slash has seen me in so little clothing. "So what are you guys doing here?" I ask, bringing their attention back to my face instead of my tits.

"We were bored," Axl shrugs. "Besides, it's been a minute since we saw you, doll. Thought we should say hi." He winks at me in the darkness, and I smile, looking away in an attempt to hide the blush on my cheeks.

"Well that's very sweet," I say teasingly. "Who knew heavy metal boys had hearts?"

They both laugh. "Since when are we heavy metal boys?" Slash asks.

"Since you shred so damn good," I say to him. "And you scream like Ozzy on crack." I add, turning back to Axl.

"Is that a compliment or an insult?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"A compliment, definitely."

Luna approaches, carrying a tray with our drinks on it, and slams it down unceremoniously. "Your number's up in five, Stacy." She says, sounding pissed off.

"Ok, thanks," I mumble. I don't know what it is with that girl, but she seems determined to hate me.

Slash's eyebrows shoot up so far that they disappear into his hair, looking at me with wide eyes. "Your number...?" he asks, barely containing his excitement.

I laugh at him. "Yeah, I've gotta make money somehow," I say.

"What song are you doing?" Axl asks.