An ill mouthed girl with a fiery temper and bad attitude comes across a blonde headed stranger in her bed whilst covered in something strange. His friends are just like brothers and family soon becomes a tight nation to them all as Sloan grows close...
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Slash
The smirk enveloping my lips was filled with pride as I watched her sway and shake from the music, lost in a trance. Of course, I knew I wasn't the only one playing and that I wasn't the only one who held an effect on her behaviour but I got a slight kick out of causing her softness. Once the outro concluded the song, Axl looked over toward us all; "Jungle." He whispered, looking back to where Sloan hadn't moved a muscle. We all nodded, myself looking down and beginning to play the riff in the introduction. Duff and Izzy soon joined along, Axl softly whispering into the microphone, "Oh my god." And Steven began to tap upon the symbols, the bass beginning to kick in. "Cha." Axl mumbled. "Welcome to the jungle, we got fun and games," her eyes snapped open, looking over with a little smirk as we all played along. "We got everything you want, honey we know the name. We are the people that can find, whatever you may need. If you got the money, honey, we got your disease." He continued to sing and we all collaborated our instruments, binding the notes together in the upbeat and uplifting noise.
"And you're a very sexy girl, very hard to please." I made eye contact with Sloan and she cocked her head to the side challengingly. "You can taste the bright lights but you wont get there for free, in the jungle, welcome to the jungle." I smirked slightly. "Feel my, my, my serpentine." I winked, looking back down and continuing to focus on the matter at hand. Hearing her let out a small giggle, I smiled something small behind the curtain of curls, the daisy grin etched upon my cheeks an abnormal occurrence. I suppose I've decided that her voice is my second favourite noise - the band being my first choice - of course.
*
"What's one thing you've always wanted to do?" Duff questioned Sloan as we leaned against the wall, him crunching on a green apple as I simply watched her thoughtful expression.
She hummed, shrugging her shoulders. "Kiss a rockstar." She joked.
"Come back in two years and I'm all yours, baby." I grinned, chuckling lightly. Though in fact, I was being completely serious. With the way this record deal was going, we'd have a career in no time.
"Y'all are pretty fucking rad." She grinned, shaking her head.
"Why thank you, m'lady." Duff winked, throwing the core of the fruit somewhere behind her head. "Tell us more about you." He said, taking a seat against the wooden floor with his legs crossed. We were on a break in the recording studio, Axl, Izzy and Steven in the room just next door.
She shrugged her shoulders lightly. "What do you wanna know?"
"How'd you get on with your old man?" He asked. I raised my eyebrows, Duff didn't often ask girls of their home life.
"I don't." She admitted, nonchalantly.
I found myself questioning her reason before I could stop myself. "Why?"
Her eyes drew to my intense gaze, brow raised in confusion as she tilted her head, mimicking of my actions. "I've explained it to you. My parents are assholes."
"That's it?" Duff scoffed. "How boring, next question. What did you think of all of us when you first met us?"
"Well," she smiled. "You were just a head of cocky blonde hair. Steven was a bundle of happiness and Izzy seemed extremely dark and distant. Axl was bipolar and Slash, you were cutely quiet." Cutely quiet? I could live with that.
Duff frowned. "Why was he the only fucker with a good impression?"
"I'm just that good, Duffy, I'm just that good." I smirked, rubbing his shoulder soothingly in mockery. He rolled his eyes, swatting my hand away and I chuckled lightly, taking out a cigarette from the newly bought red and white pack, holding out my hand in front of Sloan and nodding my thanks as she handed me my lighter. I sparked it up, inhaling a breath and handed the silver igniter back to her delicately small hand. I could feel Duffs smirk engraving a dent in the side of my head. Though I ignored it with a simple role of the eyes, I hadn't had a drop of Jack today... my throat ached for it. "Do you have any drink?" I asked Duff and he shook his head, sighing.
"Left it at the apartment." He said. I nodded my head, disappointed none the less. The most here only seemed to be the small drop left within Axels bottle lying upon the floor, but beer always left a weird feel in my mouth so I steered away if I could. "But," he began. "I did bring some of the good stuff." He grinned, pulling out a small sachet of green substance, handing it all over to me as I silently praised his existence. I may share my cigarettes and my whisky and my boxers - only with Sloan - but dope is one thing she'll never taste that's mine. I rolled the joint and sparked it up with the red lighter from within my boxers - I didn't have pockets in the small booty shorts and the Queen band tee wasn't exactly made to hold things. Plus it wasn't like I had a bra to stuff it in or anything. Sloan didn't ask for a drag as I continued to smoke, the producers heavily glaring as the smoke wafted through the air.
However as Duff rolled his own, the first thing she did was question him: "Lemme take a hit." Though it was more of a demand. He shrugged, handing over the perfectly round cylinder, allowing her to breathe in the toxins and stare at me heatedly. I was definitely hitting that tonight.
"Why don't we go out tonight?" I asked, looking directly into her eyes. My lips dried out, tongue darting to moisture the cracked surface. "All of us." I continued, glancing briefly to where Duff sat with yet another knowing grin plastered upon his thin lips.
"Whatever, man." Duff laughed. "Where do you wanna go?"
"Somewhere new. Not just The Scotch Glass." We always went there; surely they'd figured out our technique of not paying by now. It'd been almost everyday for at least six months. We'd get utterly and entirely fucked up, Duff would use his charm and fuck the waitress and we'd sneak out the back whilst she'd be all dazzled and confused. He'd managed to hand three girls the end of their career so far; maybe this one was going to be the fourth.
Sloan spoke with a small tone. "Why don't we go on a road trip?" She suggested.
"Sure, I don't see an issue with it." Duff shrugged.
"One issue, sweetheart." I corrected. "None of us are sober and we also don't own a car."
"Steal it."
"What?"
"Steal the car." She insisted. I laughed.
"Sloan we're not stealing a ca-"
"My neighbour is too held up with his divorce to notice. We'll be gone a day." She reasoned. I shook my head, this was insane. We'd done some stupid things ourselves but nothing that ridiculous. "Stop being a tight-ass. Come on, round up everyone else and tell them the plan."
"There isn't a plan."
She rolled her eyes, groaning before speaking with a strong lack of patience. "Tonight at one-thirty am, meet me at my apartment block." But before myself and Duff even managed to stand, she added with a warning tone. "Do not tell them what we're doing."
