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
Unfortunately, we weren't exactly lucky enough to score a nice hotel room or anything for that matter, resulting in the reliance of drugs and stolen alcohol to give us enough liberating buzz to get us through another night. After hardly just recovering from my dangerous addiction to heroin, I was sceptical of re-using the stuff as Izzy and Steven continuously pumped it in the toilets of the bar. Though in the end, after four bottles of whatever the fuck I'd been handed by Axl, I ended up taking more than the both of then combined, resulting in a high lasting hours on end until my irritating mood was just too much for the likes of Sloan to handle as she wandered off with some guy with blonde, long hair.
"Do you think I should get another snake?" I asked Duff as he took harsh gulps from the nicked bottle of precious vodka, a slice of lemon submerged into the clear liquid. "I think I should, man."
"Where would you keep it?" He asked, curiously. We lived in L.A and were currently lost - without a driver - in the middle of New York. Plus I was utterly plastered. And the apartment hardly held the five of us combined, nevermind a large eight-foot-python.
I thought for a few moments, swaying on the spot. "Bathroom." I stated, nodding to myself.
"Don't snakes love pipes?"
"Pythons don't smoke, Duff." I said, rolling my eyes.
"Whatever, man." He breathed, laughing. "Just stay off the booze for a while, yeah? Don't get too rowdy." When I was utterly fucked up, I had the tendencies to tackle much - much - larger men and start fights I most probably passed out before finishing. As a result, beer would fly everywhere and we'd have to leave undetected before we were thrown into a wall or something crazy like that. But of course, I didn't listen to the logical statement and decided that the beefy, bearded and pretty pissed off man sitting upon his own stool seemed like a good target. So I made a charge for it, I wrapped my arms along his waist loosely and dived into him, effectively knocking both him, myself, and the stool and roughly twenty other dudes- who fell like dominoes- onto the floor. It was epic, to say the least, but I suppose I was the only participant to believe so. I heard Duff curse loudly, ragging me up by the leather jacket I wore before smiling friendly toward the angry occupants. "Sorry, fellas." He smiled. "We were just leaving." And with that he dragged me out of there, stumbling on my own two feet as I struggled to keep up, eyes droopy as the pathetic and adrenaline filled smile etched upon my face. God I missed causing trouble.
It was like, whenever Sloan was around... I tried being good to impress her. I wasn't too sure but it was definitely boring the fuck out of me. Perhaps only the intoxicated me, but I knew I wanted to be rowdy and irritating and straight up Slash again.
So I drunkenly stumbled over to the nearest car and punched the headlights in, setting off the alarm before penetrating my foot through all of the windows, the glass parading around my boots as the shattering noise sent a mini shiver to my ears. I just wanted to destroy everything. And it seemed Duff was all in for joining me, wandering over with some sort of metal pole - Where the fuck he'd found it was beyond me, but I didn't raise accusations - and began smashing it against the bonnet of this shitty car as I laughed and cheered him on. We continued to break and dent and ruin the piece of junk until a solid hand copped around my shoulder, yanking me back and down to the ground. Duff yelled out, swinging back with the weapon and almost striking the stranger in a drunken haze, though as I squinted and rested upon my elbows - plastered against the concrete of the floor - I noticed the long blonde haired stranger wasn't alone. As he shoved Duff backward, the mortified expression of Sloan rolled into view. I stumbled to my feet straight away, brushing away the dirt from my ass, nodding in her direction awkwardly, before reaching forward and throwing my hardest punch toward this absolute asshole, watching him drop to the ground before spitting on him something slimy and green and motioning Duff to do the same. He spat upon the guys jacket, two spots of flem and mucus lying there disgustingly. Though I found it quite amusing as I high-fived Duff, it seemed Sloan thought quite the opposite.
