Izzy and I had been talking for a few hours, and there were only a few old alcoholic left in the bar.
We really hit it off and we were talking about everything under the sun with such ease, it was like I had known him for years.
"Uh hey," he began after a pause. I looked at him waiting for him to finish, "would it be outlandish if I was to ask you for your number?"
I stiffened. Not many people had my number. Well only really my parents. But something about Izzy made the decision easy (hey that rhymed) to make.
I grabbed a napkin and pulled a pen out of my apron.
*two hours later*
Izzy and I finally got back to our apartments.
"Well, goodnight! I guess I'll see you some time tomorrow since we're neighbours?" I said cheerfully, despite how tired and tipsy I was.
Izzy was more drunk than myself. He attempted to click his fingers and wink, but it looked more like a delayed dance move "see YOU tomorrow. Goodnight!"
Instead of using a key like I did, he just banged on the door for someone to let him in. Poor idiot.
I walked into my little apartment and flung my bag carelessly onto the couch, and my keys in a little bowl beside the door. Suddenly I realised I had a parcel from earlier that I didn't get, so I went back out into the hall and got it.
And what did I do?
I locked myself out. Brilliant.
I took a deep breath and knock[knock knockin on heaven's door]ed on GnR's door. I hope I hadn't woken them up...
A few seconds after I knocked, I heard footsteps before the door, and the sound of many locks being undone. After about a minute I spotted the mass of dark curly hair which belonged to Slash.
"I was hopin' you'd come over soon! What's up beautiful?" He said smoothly (despite clutching the door to stay upright and a bottle of jack in his hands, yeah he was pretty smooth). "Haha uh, hey. Um I was just wondering if I could stay over?" His eyes widened, "I locked myself out of my apartment. I would ask reception downstairs for a spare key, but I'm so tired-" "You think I'd turn down you coming over? I'd have to be much dumber than I already am! Come on in."
I walked into the apartment that underneath should have looked exactly like mine.. but wow.
The whole floor was covered with pizza boxes, leather jackets and the odd bit of weed scattered about. There were large tapestries of snakes and shit covering the walls, otherwise covered in alcohol stains and damp.
It was blaring music like the night before (was that The Who playing?).
I hadn't even mentioned what the guys were doing.
Duff was standing on the couch, roaring "TEENAGE WASTELAAAAAAND!" While also brandishing a large bottle of vodka. Steven was standing beside the fairly impressive sound system, smoking a cigarette and singing along with Duff. Izzy was in the small kitchen pouring himself a glass of wine and eating out of a big bag of chips.
Axl wasn't in the room, but judging by the noise I knew what he was doing (or should I say who he was doing).
Slash clasped onto my hand and brought me into the kitchen. He opened the small fridge while saying "what would you like to drink?" Before opening the largest drink selection I had ever seen (and an old looking lettuce head). I was kind if speechless. "Emm eh-" I spluttered. "I'll choose for you," Slash said knowingly, (he was absolutely pissed). He searched the fridge for a surprisingly length of time, looking at me every now and again. He was in very deep thought. I was getting fed up after three minutes and began to say that I would just have a cider, before he hushed me dramatically and screeched "THE MASTER IS AT WORK!". I let him get on with it. Eventually he picked out a pretty normal beer for me, and then ran into the sitting room, dancing furiously to the start of Rock And Roll by Led Zeppelin.
I sighed and went into the room clinging onto my beer just as Robert Plant's golden vocals started playing.
This was going to be a long night.
How's it going anyone who reads this! I haven't updated in about 37 years, so I'm really sorry about that. Thank you so much for all the reads, I never would have thought I'd get more than 10 reads on this, let alone 150 or however much it is now. Thank you again for reading.
Have a great day, or have a great night.
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