Bandom One-shots book 3

Birthday Bash (Alice Cooper x Slash)

The first time I met Alice Cooper, I was a starstruck kid with a guitar, barely able to string two words together. Now, years later, I was standing outside his house, a bottle of his favorite whiskey in one hand and a cigarette burning low between my fingers.

Tonight was his night.

I knocked, and before I could take another drag, the door swung open. There he was—still larger than life, even in a worn band tee and jeans. His dark eyes sparked with something mischievous, like he already knew I was up to something.

"Slash! You made it," Alice grinned, stepping back to let me in.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," I said, handing him the bottle. "Happy birthday, man."

Alice chuckled, taking it with a knowing smirk. "Whiskey. You really do know me."

The place was dimly lit, cozy in the way only his home could be. Guitars lined the walls, the faint scent of incense lingering in the air. There was no big party, no wild rager—just him and a few close friends, the way he liked it.

We talked for hours, the kind of conversation that only happens when the world outside stops existing. Stories of the road, of past mistakes and victories, of nights that blurred together and moments that stood frozen in time. And beneath it all, that quiet, unshakable bond between us.

At some point, the whiskey was gone, the room buzzing with laughter and warmth. I leaned back, my fingers idly tapping against my knee, watching him with a quiet admiration I never really put into words. Alice was the kind of guy who made the world feel less heavy just by being in it.

"You know," I said, my voice softer than I intended, "I don't say it enough, but... you mean a hell of a lot to me."

Alice raised an eyebrow, smirking. "That's the whiskey talking."

I shook my head. "Nah, man. It's just me."

For a moment, he just looked at me, then he smiled—really smiled. The kind that wasn't part of the stage persona, wasn't for show.

"You mean a lot to me too, Slash."

The night stretched on, the music low, the world outside forgotten. And as I sat there, next to the man who had once been my hero and had somehow become so much more, I realized there was nowhere else I'd rather be.

~Birthday Bash~