Mötley Crüe Imagines

Tommy Lee- Saints of Los Angeles

Requested by @rock-n-roll-soul

Warnings: swearing, violence

Tommy Lee x reader

Los Angeles, 1982

You finally got away from your parents, thinking you'll be fine as long as you are far enough away from them. And you were, you managed to get all the way down to L.A. from (y/h/t) and you were now free at last. Well, it wasn't as much of a breeze as you thought it was. Stepping off the train, you felt a sense of relief for a moment, taking in everything around you, but then realizing that you had no plan. You had nowhere to sleep, nothing to eat, all you had was about $100, some medicine, and a locket that your grandmother gave you when you were born. She was the only one in your family that treated you like a human being, but she died when you were five. Or at least that's what your parents told you. You didn't wear it in public knowing it was pretty valuable and you didn't want to seem like a target. You gripped your purse and walked out of the station into the chilly L.A. night. You had no idea where you were or where to go but you said "fuck it" and tried to find the nearest bar, after this whole day, you needed a fucking drink.

Finding a bar wasn't quite hard, knowing that L.A. is a major city and there is one bar for at least each block. A bright sign caught your eye, "Whisky A Go Go." You pass by it hearing music blasting from the outside. You contemplated going, but you knew you were to drained to go clubbing and you certainly weren't dressed to. You decided on a small, nearby bar instead.

You walk in to a nearly empty bar, aside from a group of biker looking dudes playing pool. You take a seat at the empty bar and order a jack and coke. You chug the little bottle of Jack as a group of rowdy, sweaty men with long, wild hair stumble in. A tall and skinny guy in the group makes eye contact with you and is distracted for a moment before the shorter blonde dude pushes into him to get his attention. You keep your head down just wanting some peace and quiet.

"Hey! It's the Crue!" The bartender cheers at them, "What are you guys doin' here? It seems like it's too quiet for you guys tonight."

"Eh we just wanted to relax a bit, get away from the crowds." One of them says.

"Well, you're in luck. Drinks are on me tonight fellas." He says as you roll your eyes. Who the hell are these guys, and why are they getting free drinks? You sigh at yourself and decide that you're ready to leave. You are still too sober for your liking, but you didn't want to deal with these loud fools right now. You get some money out to pay for your drink, cursing at yourself because you already spent almost $20 and at this rate you'll be out of money soon. You reach give the bartender the check when you feel a pair of eyes on you. You look over to the group of guys, that were now laughing and splashing drinks everywhere, and make eye contact with the guy who was staring at you earlier. He smirked at you and winked, but you only rolled your eyes and looked away. He was pretty cute, but you found that group particularly annoying and you weren't in the mood at the moment. You look back at him again and he's still staring. You found it kinda creepy but kinda flattering at the same time, but he smiled and waved and you just laughed a little. He picked up a drumstick and started twirling it in his fingers. You laugh a little at his antics, but then come back to the realization that you have nowhere to go after this. You look away, asking the bartender if there are any motels nearby and get up to find the nearest one.

You step out into the night shivering a bit when the cold air kissed your skin. You regret not bringing a warmer jacket, but you were in such a rush to leave, you didn't think about it. You wander for about 15 minutes with no avail. In a city with dozens of nightclubs and bars on ever block, why is it so hard to find a vacant motel? You walk into an alleyway to light a cigarette and to hide from the windy night when you feel a large figure follow you in. You start walking faster, but start panicking when you come to face a dead end.