Karma's Happenstance

Fowl Play

Izzy POV 

Holy shit! 

This was fucking intense.

I have no clue how on earth I’d been able to stop but somehow I did. Acting like a fucking gentleman while every nerve in my body wants me to just grab the girl and fuck the shit out of her. Normally I would have walked her backwards into the room, kick the door shut with my heel and just go at it. But somehow I didn't. How the fuck did I manage to stop?

God, I’m fucked. I’ll never be able to forget those perfect pink lips and how good they taste. Fuck me. You are totally fucked Isbell.

When I step out of her room, I lean onto the door for a second, almost panting. My chest is fucking pounding. My head feels like it's in a vice. My goddamn legs are trembling. This is nuts, right? 

I already crave her taste and it takes all my strength to fight the urge to get back into the room and kiss her for the rest of the night. And I know that’s probably not all I’d do to her so I hold myself back. I pretty much set up post at her door to make sure none of these fuckers tried to get in. There's plenty of coke floating around so there's no need for me to sleep.

"What the fuck are you so damn happy about?" Duff asks suspiciously as he sees me standing there.

I bet I look like a lunatic but I can’t swipe that smile on my face. I'm smiling like the first time I ever got stoned. My body tingles and I can feel a flutter in my stomach. What the fuck is wrong with me? I’ve kissed a thousand chicks before. Not one had ever made me feel like this. Not fucking one.

I let out a cough and try to calm down as I push myself off the door, grabbing a smoke from my pocket. "Nothing. What’s up anyway? Any plans for tonight?" I ask Duff and hope Sixx had provided us with enough booze and dope to get my fucking mind off that girl, lying in the bed right behind that door. 

I really need to get high as soon as possible. Like yesterday. 

"The usual I guess." Duff shrugs. "We could work on some songs. You’ve missed a lot while you went on your fucking Karma-mission."

"What are you even talking about, dude?" I ask him and drag from my cigarette. Why the fuck is everyone acting weird about my trip to the desert. First that Disneyland shit from Axl, now this.

"Slash kept blabbing shit about how your Karma’s fucked up and that’s why these things keep happening to you." Duff dares to chuckle. "He’s either on some really heavy stuff or he’s getting insane. I swear that fucker turned into some budhist monk or something."

My thoughts are soon broke off to Nikki calling out to me with a drunken slur and squinted eyes. "Hey! Stradlin! You just gonna stand there gaurding my door all fucking night? Or do you wanna get in here and get some of this?"

I look and can see him prepping a fix. Fuck yes I wanted it. I needed it. I walk over to Sixx as he is filling the syringe. He extends it out to me with that fucking smirk. I take it, sit on the floor, roll up my sleeve, and spike my vein. Thank God.

I open my eyes and can see Nikki sitting there staring at me with that fucking look he gets. That look that makes me uneasy. He slowly raises his hand and slowly wiggles his fingers in a wave.

"Nighty night Stradlin."

And then things just sort of started fading out to black.

Nikki's POV

Step one. Make one struggling rhythm guitarist my bitch. Check.

Step two. Take one mediocre chick from forementioned rhythm guitarist and make her superfly hot. Check.

Step three. Take superfly chick out on date and flash the cash to make said rhythm guitarist look bad. Check.

Step four. Return superfly chick to poor rhythm guitarist. Check.

Step five. Kiss superfly chick really fucking good in front of loser rythm guitarist. Check.

Step Sixx. Play it cool and walk away. Check.

Step seven. Play it even cooler and offer rythem guitarist a fix. Check.

Step eight. Prep a fix for rythm guitarist. Lotta smack. A little bit of horse tranquilier. Little Halcion. Check.

Step nine. Give fix to rhythm guitarist. Check.

Step ten. Politely tell rythem guitarist goodnight. Check.