Burlesque

TWO

It took me ages but I finally got my story out to Kurt. Ages because the constant interruptions from Mötley Crüe next to me. And I miraculously only had to have two more shots on top of my first three to get me through it without losing my sanity. Only it left me with an issue- I can't drive. I've already got three tickets to pay off and I don't need another one. Kurt had already left before I notice this and I don't like anyone else enough to let them drive me back to my apartment. So I just end up sitting in the parking lot smoking when I should be trying to figure it out. Smoking is just so much less stressful then figuring things out. I don't know how long later but the lounge is closed a hand drops on my shoulder. I turn to see Nikki Sixx and I groan
"Why are you tormenting me?"
He laughs
"You're to drink to drive aren't you?"
I shake my head
"I'm not drunk- I'm intoxicated."
He crosses his arms
"Because that's so much better."
I object again
"No- it just sounds better."
He chuckles and offers me a hand
"Come on we'll give you a ride."
I eye his hand
"If rather crash."
He sighs
"You're a stubborn drunk."
"No, I'm stubborn in general."
I stand before I continue
"And this isn't a case of stubbornness or drunkenness. This is a case of liberty and equality! If I accept your ride ill be sending women back a hundred years! All of that protesting! That suffrage! It'll all be for nothing!"
"Woah," he says "calm down little miss intoxication. It's just a ride."
I place my hands on my hips
"...No."
He sighs
"We came on a tour bus."
Tour bus? I'm intrigued. He can see this and leads me to the vehicle. The rest of them are already in and I choose to sit as far away from them as possible. I give the driver my address and they drive me there. Andy helps me off the bus and up to my door, only to discover I left my house keys at work. I groan and kick the door, wincing and yelping with the pain. Andy looks like he's trying not to laugh.
I stare daggers at him
"Laugh all you want Mötley Crüe, I have a spare key."
I lift up the door mat, it's not there. I wonder why. Oh yeah- I don't have one. Maybe I am a little drunk. He laughs
"Okay, come on. You can stay at the hotel with us for the night."
At this point I'm too tired and annoyed to keep objecting so I give up. Staying under my breath in minor embarrassment
"...Thanks."

Back at the hotel Andy takes me into his room. He sits me on the bed and says
"Okay- you have a shower. I'm going to go down stairs and see if we can get you you're own room for the night since u don't think you'd want to share a bed with any of us for the night okay? And have a glass of water."
I nod and he leaves. I take off my boots and I do as he asks and have a drink of water. Before I go into have a shower I open up the dresser draws, nothing. I don't want to sleep in a sequinned, tight jump suit. I see a suitcase next to the dresser, I pull out a black t-shirt. He's been this generous so far, surely he won't mind me wearing own of his shirts for the night. I duck into the shower and tie my hair up into a messy bun and have a shower. I dry myself and slip back into my black lace panties and t-shirt. I pick up my outfit from work and toss my towel into the laundry basket before stepping out of the bathroom. He's not in yet so I sit on the bed and read the book the hotel has supplied in the lamplight. Hamlet, I haven't touched Shakespeare since... Last week. I love reading, I love Shakespeare. Hamlet is my favourite Shakespeare novel. I just finished rereading it the other week.

Andy POV-

When I get back to my room, I open the door already speaking
"I couldn't get you a-"
She's already asleep. Asleep with the lamp on, book open on her chest. On my side of the bed wearing one of my shirts- and black lace panties. Glad to see she made herself at home. Her hair is tied up in a bun on her head. Loosely, with some stands hanging in her eyes and sprawled over the pillow. She looks peaceful when she's asleep, much more than she does awake. Awake she looks like a angel, one that has fallen from heaven and doesn't know what to do. Lost and stressed. Troubled masked by beauty and strength. In this state she looks pure and unharmed. Beautiful either way. I mentally slap myself. Andy- you've got a serious girlfriend back home in America. Stop it. I carefully slip my book out of her hands and cover her over with the blanket from the foot of the bed. I turn off the lamp before I leave to share CC's bed for the night.
"Goodnight."

November POV-

The next morning I wake up I'm in unfamiliar territory with a pounding head. Oh shit. I life up the blanket to examine the situation. Okay, not as bad as I thought, but it's still concerning. I'm in a t-shirt that isn't mine. I'm in a hotel. I'm alone. I close my eyes, think. Soon the memories of last night come back to me. Work, Lolita, shots, biker gang, tour bus, locked out, hotel. Oh. I don't remember anything after having a shower. Just as I realise this Andy enters the room
"Good morning."
"Morning."
I mumble in reply. He sits at the foot of the bed
"Let me catch you up on things. No we did not do what you may be thinking, yes you are in my shirt in my hotel room- no I did no give you the shirt or stay in the same bed as you."
I sigh
"Thank god. And thank you. You didn't need to be so nice to me. I know for a fact I wasn't a ray of sunshine last night."
He smiles
"It's fine. I overheard your story about that Lola chic last night- you had a right to be a little pissed off."
I smile
"Thanks. I'll just get dressed- I'll be out of your way soon."
He shakes his head
"Take your time. We'll take you back to your work so you can pick up your house keys and car."
"Thank you."
I say again. He leans back on his hands
"I still don't know your name yet."
I laugh to myself
"November. November Rain."