"𝐈'𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬."
"𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮."
"𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭."
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Vince Neil's House, 1984. (Gwen's point of view)
There was a party going on at Vince's house of the eighth of December. His wife, Beth Lynn, was pregnant with his child and there were friends and other famous people present, congratulating them on her pregnancy. Even though she looked like she was about ready to pop, she still wore heels, a short dress, and a lot of makeup. How can one be so pregnant and not be irritated by what they wear? It was a mystery to us all.
I mingled with people from television shows I watched and with other singers who I've heard of but never actually listened to. Chrissy and I were talking to a guy, who sounded like he was from England. We knew how much of a good friend he was the Mötley Crüe, so we took the opportunity to meet him.
"That sounds so convenient!" Chrissy chuckled, holding her drink in her hands.
"I know!" The guy chuckled deeply. "I could do anything with my drumsticks but not as much as Tommy Boy, I'm sure."
The guy took a small sip of his beverage. "I heard so much about you two from Mick and Nikki. They're your lovers, yes?"
Chrissy nodded her head with a proud smile but I just took a large swig of my drink.
He looked at Chrissy and squinted his eyes. "You both equally beautiful, so I don't know which girlfriend is which."
"Oh!" Chrissy said with a red tone to her cheeks. "I'm Mick's girlfriend, Chrissy."
She held her hand out for him to shake. He gladly accepted it before looking to me. "And you must be Nikki's girlfriend, Gwen?" He asked.
I shook my head. "I'm not his girlfriend." I said but he scoffed. "Alright, sure." I could tell he wasn't believing me.
"And you are?" I raised my eyebrows, quizzically.
"Oh, sorry for not introducing myself earlier." He chuckled. "My name's Nicholas but everyone calls me by my stage name."
"What's your stage name?" Chrissy asked, sipping at the edge of her cup.
"Razzle." He stated.
I hummed in amusement and nodded my head. "It suits you." I grinned, referring to his outfit consisting of a top hat, leather pants, leather shirt, and high tops.
"You think so?" He asked, adjusting his black hair in a flattered way.
"I know so." I said, enthusiastically, making a smile appear on his lips.
