Mötley Crüe Imagines

Nikki Sixx- She Goes Down

Requested by RockNRoller666

Nikki Sixx x Reader

Warnings: angsty, but there's fluff at the end

Strolling over to the abandoned table, you pick up the check that has (to no one's surprise) no tip. Scribbled on the back however was the phone number of the lousy customer who decided to leave a huge mess, and no tip. You sigh and start picking up plates and cups.

"Thanks Mr. Cunt, but phone numbers don't pay my fucking rent." You say quietly to yourself as you violently scrub the stain that was left for you. You growl when the stain doesn't go away and begin to scrub more vigorously.

"Ahem." You hear a voice clear their throat behind you and you harshly turn around with a frustrated look on your face.

"Oh my God. What?!" You scold, immediately regretting that decision realizing that they were customers.

"Oh jeez okay." A blonde man answers. Four shocked men stand in front of you, surprised by your sudden outburst.

"Ah jeez. Sorry boys I'm just a little frazzled right now. Let me get you a table." You say with a forced smile. You peek behind you to make sure your manager didn't see that whole ordeal, and pick up some utensils and cups. You set up a booth for them and let the settle in.

"Can I start you boys off with some drinks?" You ask

"We'll take four Jack and Cokes please" the tall brunette with the drumstick answers. Great, a group of guys about to get drunk for you to deal with.

"Right away." You said with a bigger fake smile. You finish serving the group and stroll back to behind the counter, slouching over with your cheek resting on your hand. The diner is empty besides the group of guys and you sigh looking at them spilling drinks and dropping food all over in their drunken state.
'Just two more hours Y/N. You got it.' You tell yourself trying to get through this last shift. It was only you on duty for waiting, serving, and cleaning so you just couldn't wait for this to be over. Waiting for the last table to finally finish, you observe the group. They look like some sort of band and they certainly behave like one. The tall one's probably the drummer, blonde guy looks like he'd be a frontman. The two left are the old dude and the other black haired guy. Taking another look at the younger black haired guy, you start to feel somewhat nostalgic? He looks very familiar but you can't put your finger on it. Then it all comes back to your when you hear him laugh at one of the other guys. It can't be.

"Fucking Frankie?!" You accidentally say out loud and much louder then you thought it would be. You cover your mouth and sprint to the kitchen, hoping none of them saw you.

You sit with your back against the fridge and groan, rubbing your temples. Holy shit what is Frankie doing here? Everything comes back to you and your throw your head back, managing to his the metal fridge.

"Owww" you groan rubbing your head, hoping that maybe you forgot everything, but sadly you didn't.

You and Frankie dated since senior year and you were going steady into your second year of college with him. Of course he didn't go to college, he was dead set on becoming a musician. Luckily, your school was less than an hour away and you visited him as much as you could. Things were great, you were away from your parents, you were doing good in school, and you were with the love of your life. Until everything went wrong. Your parents found out about about you and Frankie (they hated you together, making it the reason for your resentment towards them) and stopped paying for school for you. And eventually, as he became more successful and more indulged in his work, the less he was with you. Living on campus was making it hard enough for you two, but the constant rescheduling for dates and "oh sorry, I'm busy with the band" shit, made it seem like the effort to make it work wasn't worth it anymore. The last straw was that night. You had been kicked out of your school for not being able to afford to pay for the semester and you couldn't stay at the dorms anymore, so you went to Frankie's house. You were going unannounced and you hadn't seen him for a few weeks, but you assumed it would be alright. It turned out to be the biggest regret in your life. You walked through the door of his apartment with the key he gave you and snuck in. A pair of red stilettos caught your eye. You didn't own and red shoes like that. Those look like the cost more than anything you own. A wave of anxiety flooded through you as you made your way to the bedroom, you didn't need to open the door. The sounds that echoed through the hallway have you enough information than you wanted. The moans of your lover and another woman rang in your ears and still haunts your dreams til this day. That night, you ran out that door and got on a train. You had no idea where you were going, but you went as far as you could and never looked back.