After I was finished packing I went out to the living room. My eyes widened, "This has to be one of your best works."
"Thank you!" Axl kissed my cheek.
I wiped my cheek with my arm, "Gross."
The thing about Axl is he never apologizes after we have a fight, or after he does something to piss me off. He just goes on and acts all normal again. And I fucking hate it.
Slash put his arm around me, "We're going to have so much fun in Vegas."
"The city of sins!" Duff shouted.
"And what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." Axl pointed a finger at us.
"And we have five days to spend there! Thank God!" Jessica laughed.
"Let's get on our way then!" Steven said as he headed towards the door.
"Do you need to pack?" I asked Slash.
He shook his head, "I packed when I woke up this morning." He gave me a chuckle, "I figured, might as well."
"Okay! Then let's go!" I said as I walked to the door.
We all left the hotel and climbed in the tour bus. Here goes a good five hour drive! Slash, Izzy and I sat at the table on the tour bus. Izzy was too busy writing something while Slash lit a cigarette and started smoking it. I then took it from him and smoked it.
"Hey, that only works with blunts! Give that back!" He said as he playfully tried to take it from me.
I held it away from him. And he smiled as he reached for it. I jerked my hand back, and he glared at me.
I then stuck my tongue out at me, "You owe me." I handed the cigarette back to him.
"What do I owe you? I think you owe me something!"
"Well that something will have to wait until Vegas." I gave him a wink.
"That something will never happen. You're nothing but a tease." Axl said as he walked by.
I huffed, "Really?"
"Really." He called.
"You seem like you need a drink." Slash said.
"This early? Nah, I don't think so." I laughed.
"It's never too early to drink."
"For you! Trust me, by the end of the night I'll be wasted."
"Good. I can't wait."
I propped my feet up on the table, I then glanced over to see what Izzy was writing. It looked like he was working on a song.
I decided to try not to talk to him, only because I knew that writers get so into their work. Especially when it comes to writing a new song.
Jessica came over and sat next to me, "What did I miss?"
"Not much." Slash said as he pushed the cigarette into the ash tray, "I'll be back, I have to take a piss." He got up and went back to the bathroom.
"Thanks for sharing." Jessica called. She then looked over at Izzy, "He kept telling me about some idea he got last night. I know it'll be amazing."
