Starry Eyes ~ Nikki Sixx

The Kids Are Alright

The next morning, I awoke to Razzle's arms around me, a peaceful smile on his face as he slept. His black and blue hair was in a huge mane around his face, and one lock curled in towards his nose; I moved it gently, causing him to stir.

He simply pulled me closer to him and rested his head on my chest before mumbling a low, "good morning, lovely." 

"Mm, good morning to you. I didn't mean to wake you up," I replied softly, running my fingers through his tangly hair.

"You didn't; I was starting to come to... I just want to lay 'ere for a while longer."

"I like that plan."

We laid together in comfortable silence for a while before Razzle got up and started to get dressed, pulling on some striped pants and a ruffly red shirt.

"We should go get your things today," he said as he put his belt on.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I can't let you stay in a dingy 'otel, all by yourself," he began as he walked over to the mirror that was hung behind the door. "You're in a new place. You can stay 'ere with me, if you'd like; I can show you around." He frowned for a moment, playing with his hair. "I've got to introduce you to the boys today, too," he reminded, looking over his shoulder at me as he continued to toy with his hair.

"Oh... are you sure?"

"Absolutely."

"Well, thank you, Razzle. I appreciate it," I paused for a moment, chewing my lip before asking, "Now, have you seen my panties?"

"I think they're around 'ere somewhere," he headed away from the mirror. "Ah, gotcha."

He leaned over the tan couch and picked up the thin purple lace, smiling before he tossed them to me.

"Thank you."

"Of course. Uh, 'ave you seen- never mind." 

He picked up a black hat, placing it on the back of the couch before heading into the bathroom.. 

I got dressed in everything but a shirt, not knowing if I should give his satin button up back. I picked it up and debated putting it on when Razzle came out of the bathroom.

I first noticed that he had added some black eyeliner to complete his look. Then I was shocked to realize that he had cut off the blue ends of his hair; it still reached his chest, and now the ends curled up slightly.

"What do you think?"

"You look great," I purred, walking over and toying with his soft black tresses.

"The blue got old. Back to normal."

"I like it. You look handsome either way."

"Thank you, sweet'eart," he said, wrapping me in a hug.

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Twenty minutes later, we were knocking on another apartment door.

Inside, I could hear shuffling and bottles falling over, as well as a TV blaring.

"Nasty, come on, mate. Get it toge'ver in there," Razzle shouted, stifling a chuckle. "Andy? Someone."

"I'm fuckin' comin'," a voice growled.

I could hear the chain slide on the door, and a moment later a man with black hair to his shoulders opened the door with a disgruntled look.

"Razz! And who is this?" he asked, looking at me.

I immediately noticed that his accent was different, but I couldn't quite place it.

"This is Sadie, a new friend of mine. Sadie, this is Andy McCoy."

"Nice to meet you," I said politely.

"Lovely," he replied with a sweet smile, which softened his features.

Without the scowl, I could tell that his nose was pierced on the same side as mine, also bearing a simple silver ring. He had bright blue eyes- the red surrounding which revealing the fact that he was pretty stoned, or high on something else- that were surrounded my left over smears of liner. His hair was a mess, but he contained it with a black bandanna tucked under a red hat.

Apparently these are the hat guys.

He let us in, and the room was a mess; there were magazines and bottles on the floor, the TV played fuzzy static rather than a station, and there were four ashtrays lined up on top of it. The beds were unmade, and another man with messy black hair was sitting on a pile of tangled sheets.

"Hello?" he said to me as Razzle and Andy talked.

"Oh, Nasty Suicide, meet the lovely Miss Sadie," Andy shouted.

"Good to meet you," he said, nodding respectfully as he pulled on a blazer.

Like Andy, he had a different accent; I made a mental note to ask where they were from later.

Without another word, they all headed towards the door. Razzle led me forward with a hand on my back as we headed to another room.

This time Andy was the one to bang on the door, shouting in a different language.

"We gotta get Mike an' Sammi," Razzle explained to me.

Much to my surprise, the door opened to reveal a man with long blonde hair in a leopard coat. His bright blue eyes were ringed with thick black eyeliner and he smiled before mumbling something back to Andy, again, in a  language that I could not recognize. He slipped  on a stack of bangles, his purple and red finger nails catching my eye; unlike Razzle's chipped black polish, his nails looked freshly manicured. He was gorgeous.

Nasty, Andy, and the blonde man all started laughing, and another person in the back of the room walked over and joined our group in the doorway.

"Mike, we have a new friend," Andy said excitedly, pushing me forward.

"Michael Monroe," said the gorgeous blond with a smile, offering me his ring clad hand.

"Sadie Parker," I responded, accepting the gesture.

"This slow motherfucker," he said, putting his hands on the shoulders of another man who had come to join our group in the doorway, "is Sammi. Sammi, Sadie."

"Nice to meet you," he said politely.

Sammi (unsurprisingly) had shaggy black hair and wore a wide brim hat over the messy locks. He, too, wore thick black liner around his blue eyes, long earrings and silver bangles.

They all looked the part of a rock and roll band; dressed their best and handsome as hell.  I was right at home in a crowd of skinny white boys, but these ones had accents.

"I'm fuckin' starving. Let's get something to eat," Andy whined.

"That was already the plan," Razzle jumped in. "Sadie hasn't been 'ere for very long, so we're gonna show 'er a good time, eh, boys?"

As they bickered about where we would eat, my mind wandered to Tommy and the guys. I hadn't talked to any of them in a few days, so there was no way of knowing what they were doing- or if they were still alive. I didn't want to call and find out, but I was a little worried, that is until I remembered my last conversation with Nikki.

At that moment, I decided to get over it; I was here to enjoy my time with new friends, away from the stress of the Mötley circus.