JUNE 18, 1985
It was 9 at night and you had just left work. You worked with your dad at his restaurant that he owned, called "Alessandro's." Since it wasn't late, you decided to stop by Randy's house. He was hanging out with his bandmate, guitar player Jake E. Lee. You used your key to get in the front door, and saw Jake sitting on the couch, flipping through a playboy magazine while Randy had the tv on and had a beer in his hand. He sat up and smiled when he saw you walk in.
"Hey." You said to him, smiling.
"Hey, did you just get off?" Randy asked you, making you nod.
You sat in front of the coffee table on the floor, and saw some magazines on the table and a pack of Randy's cigarettes. Picking up the lighter, you lit one and took a drag.
"So what'd you guys do today?" You asked openly.
"Tour stuff." Jake answered.
"Yeah you guys leave in like two weeks." You spoke. "That makes me sad." You slightly laughed.
Jake smiled. "Don't worry about it. You have stuff to do while we're gone don't you?"
You nodded. "Oh yeah, I have a job obviously." You laughed.
"Oh yeah, I forgot." Jake said. "You work at that restaurant uhhh..."
"Alessandro's." Randy chimed in.
"Yeah it's my Dad's restaurant, but we both kind of work as chefs there." You added. "For the past few months it's been just me though."
"Yeah, I've never seen your dad working." Randy said. "Unless I'm not paying attention."
"He travels a lot." You answered, laughing at what Randy just said. "That's why he has me."
"So you like run the show when he's not there?" Jake wondered.
"Yeah, pretty much." You answered.
Jake looked at his watch and sighed. "I better get going, It's getting kinda late. I'll see you guys."
You and Randy both said bye to Jake, then he left.
"Long day?" Randy asked you as you got up and tidied up the magazines before coming over to him.
You got on his lap in the chair and put out your cigarette in the nearby ash tray. "Ugh, yes."
Randy's hands were on your thighs, and he looked at you as you fixed your hair.
"Do you want me to cook you some dinner?" You asked him, making randy shake his head.
"Not right now." He answered. "How about you relax for a bit."
You smirked at him. "So how was your night?"
Randy sighed. "Not that entertaining, we rehearsed and came up with a set list and everything. At least the before part is almost done."
You brushed Randy's hair out of his face, and he looked at you for a second. Randy's hand lightly grazed your thigh, making you look down. He then moved his other hand up your shirt, grabbing one of your boobs. You put your hand over his and let out a subtle moan. Randy leaned slightly closer to you and kissed you. The kiss quickly got more intense, and you felt Randy's tongue in your mouth.
He pulled away briefly, and began to kiss you by your jaw and neck. Randy occasionally nibbled on your ear, making you hum. His hands were up your shirt, touching your bare skin. You leaned away from him for a second to pull it off of yourself.
