Stevie heard the knocking and quickly got up, stumbling over too it, it had better not be Lindsey, she opened it and was shocked too see Mick standing there, "Hello!" he smiled. "You alright after his shit at that party?" asked Mick scratching his head.
Stevie's mind flicked back to the party
She had walked in and saw Lindsey's smug face instantly, she watched in disgust as he wrapped his arm around his latest trophy girl, Carol Ann. Stevie ignored him and walked around until she found some alcohol, Christine had found her and began chatting, then Mick had joined in. They were laughing and talking about some songs when Lindsey and Carol Ann walked over "What's are you's doing, is Stevie trying to con you for a threesome seen there's no Eagles here!" he laughed, visibly drunk.
Stevie shot the death stare at him "Grow the fuck up Lindsey!" she snapped as Mick and Christine went silent.
"I am, just stating how much you sleep around, you probably had a gang-bang with the Eagles, like a cheap whore, did you take it up the ass?" he had a large smirk on his face.
"Lindsey that's crude!" interrupted Christine "Especially seen you were nearly fucking that in the corner!" Christine pointed at Carol Ann.
Stevie had felt all the anger rise up in her, like a volcano waiting to erupt, how could Lindsey say that too her, bastard! She raised her hand and slapped his face as hard as possible, watching as he lost his balance and fell over. Mick and Christine giggled as he held his bright red cheek.
"Oh my, Lindsey!" gasped Carol Ann .
Lindsey stared angrily his blue denim eyes looking like a dark cloud, he was getting angrier as everyone stared at him "You bitch, be grateful I don't hit you back, if I wasn't here..." he snarled.
"You did deserve it Lindsey and don't let me ever hear you threaten to hit a woman, especially this one!" exclaimed Mick putting his hand on Stevie's shoulder.
"Mick's right Lindsey!" agreed Christine.
"Why don't you's go fuck her, then she can turn on you as well, your pathetic Stevie, your music is pathetic and your a slut, You needed me to make your career!" he yelled getting off the floor and grabbing Carol Ann, turning away quickly.
Stevie felt the tears burn in her eyes, that she was holding back "I'm leaving!" she growled not looking at Mick and Christine as she bolted out of the party. She tried to hold back the tears until she made too her hotel room, then she collapsed in hysterics and began drowning herself in copious amounts of wine, cocaine and pot.
"Stevie honey?" asked Mick breaking her thoughts as he placed his hand on her bare shoulder, Mick thought she looked very pretty, just in her sleeveless black gypsy dress but he noticed all the make-up that had run down her face.
"Hi," she forced a smile.
"Stevie, he's not worth those tears!" soothed Mick.
"What tears?" she questioned.
"Love, your make-up." Mick gently rubbed under her eye.
"It's a new style!" she laughed.
"Yeah right, you can't fool me!" he said looking into her sad amber eyes "I bought something over too cheer you up!" he grinned pulling out a small bag of white powder.
Stevie's eyes lit up, some more couldn't hurt "Thank you!"
"One condition, we share it, it's too much for one little gypsy all by herself" he laughed.
"Okay, come on in!" Stevie was already feeling happier, Mick was so sweet. She breezed over to where the wine bottle was and poured Mick a glass. Mick closed the door behind him and sat down on the bed. "Here you go!" she smiled passing him the glass and walking to the nightstand, opening the draw and pulling out another joint, quickly lighting it and puffing.
