𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ✄𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐤𝐢 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐱

✄ 8 ✄

Nikki Sixx's Apartment, 1981.
(Gwen's point of view)

It was obvious that the party didn't stop at The Starwood when it closed at two in the morning. After rocking out to our heart's content, we were still full of life and energy once the polluted air of Los Angeles hit our noses. It was a scent we were very familiar to, and it seemed to drive every party-goer wild.

After the Starwood employees kicked us back into the cruel world we live in, everybody decided to migrate the party elsewhere. By elsewhere, I mean Nikki's apartment. It was like a second home to the kids of Los Angeles when they were looking for a party.

I've heard about his parties before. I heard about the cops kicking in his door so many times that he had to nail it shut. I also heard how he would always set himself on fire for fun.
Sure, I thought of him as insane for it, but he thought it was fun at the time.

After moving the party to his place, I started drinking until my face turned red. The smell of the apartment was musty and coated in the smell of sex and cigarette smoke.

The stereo blasted anything that was considered as rock music. People made the place seem so small just by standing in groups, talking about random things, or just by sitting on the couch and either drinking beer or snorting cocaine.

It's obvious who was amongst those people on the couch, Jane Fisher. Meanwhile, Chrissy and Mick were sitting and talking to Tommy at a small dining table. Vince was nowhere to be found, and Nikki, I'm sure, was doing something very important. I haven't seen him since the show had ended at the Starwood.

I was having a pretty nice time just drinking and listening to the music. That was until I heard the same male voice, who approached me in the Starwood, say in my ear.
"Hey!"

Out of irritation from him stumbling into my drinking groove, I rolled my eyes into the back of my head then looked to the guy with my blue orbs.

"I must say, in regular lighting you look way prettier." He told me.

Immediately, I let out a snort and a throaty laugh.
"Get lost, man." I muttered, taking a sip of my beer bottle.

"Look, lady," He said, lowly. "I'm only trying to be nice. I think you're a very attractive woman, and I thought it'd be a privilege if I got to know ya."

I could practically hear him smirking. I didn't have to look at his mouth to tell if he being a cocky bastard. Just the tone of his voice was enough for me to bash my head against the wall or to look at Chrissy for help.

"How?" I chuckled. "By getting me to sleep with you? As if." I scoffed.

I tried to walk away to get away from him, but I felt his hand pull the back of my shirt causing me retract to his side.

"Listen, doll," He seethed through his teeth. "You don't get to look how you do and not expect to get laid. So you either do as your told or," He said, but I decided to try my luck with him and defend myself.

"Or what?" I snapped my head at him to look at his dark brown eyes. "Last time I checked, I don't belong to anyone. And if I want to look like a slut then I can whether I get laid or not."

He let go of the back of my shirt, so I could walk away from him. The second I stepped foot away from him, I felt two hands push my back causing me to fall on the floor and spill my beer on the blue and brown stained shag carpet.

"Fuckin' tease." I heard the guy say before I rolled over to look at him.

"Hey!" I heard a guy say out loud, making the music die down a few tones. "What the fuck, man!"

I started to stand on my feet but I was met with someone's hands laying on my elbow and waist. I looked at the person who was helping me up. Sure enough, it was Chrissy coming to the rescue.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Nikki's voluminous black hair, but through it I could see his face mixed with the emotion of outrage and irritation.

"What?" The guy asked, as if nothing happened.

"Why the fuck did you push her!" Nikki shouted, creating a scene at his own party.

I turned around to watch the scene go down, but Nikki moved in front of me in a protective manner.
"Oh, come on, man," The guy scoffed. "She wouldn't let me get at it. What else was I suppose to do?"

Nikki face grew more red with rage. I couldn't help but think of Nikki as courageous or fearless in that moment. It was something truly precious, I thought.

"Look at her and tell me you wouldn't fuck that. I dare you." The guy spat at the bass player.

Past his hair, I could see the bulging vein sticking out from the side of his forehead when he spoke to the guy. "She is a friend of mine. So either you show some respect or get the fuck out!" Nikki shouted.

"I'm sorry. I don't listen to guys who wear lipstick!" The guy shouted back.

"Just because I wear lipstick that doesn't mean I can't kick your ass." Nikki retorted.

This obviously wasn't going to end well when I saw the man taking a few strides towards Nikki. The bass player was ready to fight, but I was ready to lay this guy out.

Before either guys could throw the first punch, I quickly pushed Chrissy's hands off of me to throw myself in front of Nikki. In one swift motion, I pulled my hand back to make it connect to the guys five o'clock shadow on his jawline with a loud crack.

It didn't sound normal when my hand connected with his jaw, but I didn't care. The people at the party watched the scene go down with such concentration that I was sure that they felt the pain in their hands for me. I still had so much adrenaline in me when I saw that my first punch didn't knock him down. It only made him stumble a bit before he looked up at me with a huge red mark on his jawline.

"You're fucking dead, bitch!" He shouted through the pain, but I saw Nikki pushing me behind him once more before he threw his right hook across the guy's face, knocking him to the floor.

"No, you are." Nikki huffed.