When our food was given to us, we heard screaming.
We all looked over to see Axl walking towards us, and apparently he was screaming, "You all left without me? I'm fucking hungry! You assholes!"
I shrugged my shoulders, "You snooze, you lose."
"I'm so glad we can come here and not be attacked by fans." Duff said.
I looked out at the restaurant that was half empty, and half filled with old people.
"They're all in their like, thirties. Of course they wouldn't know good music. They're too old." I said as Axl took a piece of bacon off my plate.
I smacked his hand and the bacon fell on the table, "Get your own." I grabbed it off the table and ate it.
He whistled, "Hey waitress!"
Our waitress stopped in her tracks and came over to our table, "May I help you?"
"Can I have what they have?"
"Sure thing." She smiled, "I'm a huge fan by the way."
He smiled, "Is that so?"
She then nodded her head, "So I'm at your service. Anything you want, you can have."
His eyes went up and down her body, "Could I get your number?"
I kicked him under the table.
"Sure." She smiled then wrote her number on a piece of paper and handed to him.
He pocketed the paper then she walked off.
"What are you doing? What about Steph?" I asked.
"Hey, we're not together. And baby, I'm a rock star. We are never committed in a relationship."
"You're a fucking liar."
"Okay. Whatever."
I glared at him. I then looked over at Jessica, hoping she would jump in.
"That's not true with every rock star. I know for a fact that my brother is not like that." She said.
"Are you sure about that sweetheart?" He raised an eyebrow at her.
"Why do you have to be such a dick?" I said a little too loud. Some people sitting near by looked over at us.
"I'm a dick because I speak the truth?"
"You're always a dick! No matter what. You were born a dick and you will die a dick."
"You hurt my feelings." He patted his chest, "I know Slash better than either of you."
I shook my head then stood up from the table. I then took my milk and dumped it on his head. Okay, I may have over-reacted then, but he was asking for it. I deal with his shit every day.
I then stormed away from the table. He started screaming at me.
"God you are such a fucking bitch!" Was the last thing I heard before I left the restaurant.
I didn't get too far before bumping into Slash. He ran his hand through his hair.
"Everything alright?" He asked, "I saw the letter on the counter and decided to come down here and join you guys."
I didn't respond. So he then took my arms, "Alexis, please speak to me."
I sighed, "I'm fine. Axl just made me fly off the handle. But I'll be okay."
I knew Slash wasn't like that. Right?
