1980's Rock Imagines

Axl Rose - An Attack

Word Count: 2,302

Warning: This is slightly mature and may be triggering, although there is nothing graphic.

Parties were typical of Guns N' Roses. You generally always had a good time at them, since the band were usually the hosts, and not a single one of the members could throw a bad party if they tried. Tonight you were at Slash's party, his house filled with groupies, friends of the band, and rock stars alike, plus many others that you were unsure of. 

Besides feeling a little too crowded, you were enjoying yourself for the most part. You were watching your boyfriend, Axl from across the room, playing pool with a few of the guys from Skid Row, while you leaned on a counter littered with bottles of alcohol and empty cans of beer.

"You lost?" you hear an unfamiliar voice say next to you. You turned to see a rather tall, lean man in a leather jacket, probably in his thirties or so from what you could guess. You didn't know who he was, being quite certain you had never seen him hanging out with Slash, or that he belonged to one of the number of other bands attending the party. You figured he was likely just a friend of a friend, or something like that, but still weren't quite sure what to say in response.

"Um, no?"

"Well, you look lost, considering you're the only one here without a drink in their hand, or partying at all for that matter."

While it was true that you didn't have a bad time at parties, they weren't exactly your thing either. You weren't too keen on not feeling in control, so drinking was usually not on your agenda. As for dancing or appearing to be partying, you didn't really have much of an excuse other than the fact that you got tired early and were never really much of  dancer.

"Here, why don't you just have a drink? Live a little." He smiled as he handed you a red cup. He seemed like a pretty nice guy, but you still weren't sure how a stranger like him could be so casual with someone he didn't know.

"I don't really like to drink. Plus, I have to drive later." 

"Come on, it's unheard of for anyone to come to one of the Slash's parties and not have a good time." He was gravitating a little closer to you, still shoving the drink your way. The way he towered over you made you give in, despite not wanting to accept the drink. 

You took the cup from him and gave him a fake smile, raising it to your lips and hoping that he would go away now that you looked more like you wanted to be there. You were surprised when you took a sip, finding the cold beverage more crisp and refreshing than you expected it to be. You hadn't even realized that you were thirsty until your cup was empty.

"There you go," he grinned, leaning back on the counter like you were.

He hadn't left like you hoped he would, so you instead removed yourself from the area. You could no longer see Axl at the pool table, so you went in pursuit of trying to find him. The thing was, the man never stopped following you. He tried to grab your wrist as you weaved through the crowd, successful one of the times where he actually managed to pull you back to him.

"What do you want?" you nearly shrieked, irritated by him grabbing you and trying to act like he somehow knew you. Frankly, it was starting to scare you.

"Just to talk," he smiled again, his nice, perfectly white teeth on a disgustingly charming display.

"Sorry, but no thanks," you yanked your arm out of his grasp and hurriedly tried to get him off of your trail. You could feel that his eyes were still on you, but you were relieved when you spotted Slash standing with a bottle of Jack in his hand while he chatted with some people. You practically ran to him, tucking yourself under his arm when you reached him. You wrapped your arm around him and were practically glued to his side, trying to make yourself feel safe under the protection of your best friend.