Russian Roulette // Axl Rose

III

The blond bassist and curly one were staring at me like I was crazy. Well, I could see a puzzled expression on a face of Axl as well, while Jim was just staying quiet (for the first time tonight I must add).

"You guys are funny" another quiet laughter slipped out of my mouth after a long pause. "Pero.." I took a breath perfectly knowing that I'm torturing guys, ".. muy inteligente*" I said slowly, waiting for their reaction, that didn't take long to explode.

"I TOLD YOU" suddenly Slash exclaimed almost on the top of his lungs, "I TOLD YOU FUCKER SHE'S LATINA" he kept shouting at blinking Duff like a poco loco, what caused another laughter from me. "Now" he cleared his throat, "Now gimme my $500 you looser" He proudly stated, showing him a middle finger.

An obvious disappointed expression appeared on Duff's face, he pressed his lips together, trying to say something to Slash, but started searching for his purse instead, checking every pocket he had in his jacket and jeans. I came closer to proudly grinning Slash and neatly laid my hand on his shoulder. Even if I knew him for 2,5 hours, it already was a well known fact that Slash has a thing for Hispanic women.

"Don't hate me, please, don't hate me for god's sake" I said in a most dramatic voice I'd make, "I hate to say that, but.." I paused again and looked at everyone: they stood holding their breath and impatiently waiting for me to continue. "I'm .. soy no latina" I shook my head, almost shedding a tear, "I'm not latina, Slash."

They all stood speechless, especially Slash who dropped his chin so I helped him a bit to close his mouth.

"Eu posso ser português**" i tried my best not to drop a smile. "Forse sono italiana***" I continued after a short pause. "Ili ya tak zhe mogu bit russkoi****" I said very slow and looked up at all of them. Slash and Duff were very confused, Jim was staring at me with wide opened eyes, while Axl was just smirking with widened in disbelief eyes.

"Who are you?" Duff was the first who broke the silence.

"Place your bets" I smiled mysteriously. "$1 thousand bucks to the one who answers correctly".

"You're definitely having fun, huh?" Axl came closer to us with a wide grin on his face.

My face lightened up with a contented smile, "Oh, I do."

"What about the other prize for a winner?" Axl thoughtfully suggested, definitely having some intention.

"Which one?" I raised my brow, trying to figure out what kind of a plan he has.

Slash's voice interrupted my thoughts, "Yeah man, what other prize? What can be better than money?" He sounded quite flabbergasted and suspicious at the same time.

"Okay" Axl clapped his hands, "let's do the next thing: the winner can pick the money or.." He slowly turned his head looking at everyone, "..one wish." He said heatedly, almost whispering.

"It scares me a bit when you say such things in this voice" I nervously giggled, "Anyways, sounds fun, so why not" an excitement were rising in my body with every word I said, as if I was a desperate gambler.

Axl's smile widened so much that a thought of that it could crack his face in two pieces flashed through my mind. It'd be hilarious though, not the nicest thing to see, but it'd definitely be extremely funny if someone's wide grin could literally split their face in two.

I quietly laughed at my thoughts when Duff took a step toward me, carefully looking at my face.

"I think you're Italian" he confidently stated, taking a step back.

Slash's glare literally drilled holes in my eyes, when he suddenly turned his head to look at Duff from his right and then at Axl next to him, "If you're not latina" he thoughtfully stared at me again, "you might be a Portuguese then" he shrugged. "Well, for some reason."