Dancer ➳ Tommy Lee

Chapter Two

Pink it was love at first sight. I yell pink when I turn out the light, and pink gets me high as a kite. And I think everything is goin to be all right no matter what we do tonight.

— Aerosmith, Pink

"Hey aren't you that stripper?" I heard the poofy haired guy asked, very loudly I might add. I shook my head as I ate my pancake and looked at the newspaper, trying to ignore him. "I know for a fact you're the stripper that pushed me," he continued to say as I once again shook my head and continued eating my pancakes. "I stuck seven hundred dollars in your skirt!" He announced as everyone in the room turned and look at us as my eyes went wide and I gagged on my current bite of pancake.

I suddenly saw Dottie appear at the table before handing me my bottle of vodka and she looked at the guy before looking at me, "Is he bothering you hon because I can always kick him back to his rowdy friends?" Dottie asked which caused him to gasp in response. "Would you really do that to me Dottie?" He asked before puckering his lips and making a fake kiss in a flirtatious way which caused Dottie to have a blank expression towards him and nodded, "Yes. Yes I would." I giggled in response to him as he scoffed loudly and shook his head before looking back at me, "So am I bothering you?" I shrugged slightly as I twirled my cross necklace in between my fingers, "If you keep asking if I am a stripper then yeah, you are." He nodded softly and glanced back at his friends before looking at me before Dottie walked away.

"I'm Tommy. Tommy Lee," he told me while looking into my eyes. I continued to look into his eyes, they really were something else, but they were probably plain eyes, just the black makeup around them was causing them to really pop. "This is the part where you say your name because I'm gonna go out on a limb and assume your real name isn't Nightshade," I heard him whisper which broke me from my thoughts. "O-Oh I'm Elizabeth but people call me just call me Liz since it's easier," I responded as I pour the vodka into my cup of orange juice and mix it together.

I felt Tommy's eyes on me as I mixed my drink together. "Well, you have a very nice ass and an excellent rack to go along. I wouldn't mind a private showing." He winked and I felt my face heat up as the words followed out of his mouth. "Yeah, like that's going to help you get into my pants." I scoffed and took a big drink from my glass. He gave me a smirk and stretched out in the booth, slightly tapping my feet with his own. "Normally it does help, believe it or not," he chuckled.

Dottie came back over and handed Tommy his plate of blueberry pancakes and a tall glass of apple juice. "Here you are, sweetheart. Now don't be bothering this young lady to much, I may like you, but I won't hesitate to have you removed." She said giving him a rather stern look and Tommy gave her a look, as if to say "who me?". I gave Dottie a smile and she walked off to take care of some other costumers. I watched as Tommy dug into to hid pancakes, for a drunk man he could sure shovel food into his mouth. He looked up at me with a goofy grin, "What're you looking at?"

"Honestly, I can't tell you." My response was sarcastic seeing as sarcasm was my go to in awkward situations. His eyes widened as he put on a phony sad face, possibly in a way to hurt my feeling, which wasn't going to work. "Is that supposed to make me feel bad?" I asked and he shook his head while returning to his normal smiling self. His friends behind him were quiet, the blonde that sat next to the older black haired man, stared over at me. "Uh your friend over there, the blonde one, has a staring problem." I nodded over to his friend and he looked over his shoulder. "Yeah, that's Vinnie, he stares at anything that has legs." Tommy replied he turned back around to face me. "Don't mind him."

I took another drink from my glass and Tommy wiped his mouth. "After this we're heading back over to our place for a party, you wanna come. There's going to be booze, drugs, and loud music." When he said drugs, my ears perked up. I knew that was horrible, but I hadn't had my fix since yesterday, and I was in desperate need of one. "Depends. Am I going to be seeing more of your friend back there?" I asked, glancing at the blonde behind him. Tommy stiffened and shrugged, "Possibly, but he usually ends up disappearing with some chick." I nodded and noticed how he somewhat got jealous from what it looked like, at least I hoped I wasn't reading mixed signals.

I took a deep breath and ate some more pancakes while thinking. I could really use my fix, just what if they didn't have what I needed. I would only do cocaine I would never go farther than that like, heroin and shit. It's too dangerous, yeah coke is dangerous too but obviously not dangerous enough for coca cola to use it when they first started their company. I looked back up at Tommy who had been watching me eat my pancakes and I nodded, "Sure. I'll go." I saw a smile grow on his face before he looked back at his group, "Hey guys she's coming!" He announced to them as they all nodded in response except Vince who decided to look at me and wink cheekily.

"So an introduction to the guys, the blonde one is Vince as you know, the old one is Mick but we call him the alien, and the one sitting by himself is Nikki. And we are Mötley Crüe," he introduced them as I raised an eyebrow to the name he introduced to them as a group but then I remembered something I had heard on the news about them. "Oh wait you're the Shout With The Devil guys aren't you?" I asked them and heard a loud groan come from Nikki. "It's fucking Shout AT The Devil. I swear nobody fucking reads." I nodded as I finished my Screwdriver and my my blueberry pancakes.

"You ready to go Tommy?" Vince asked him before Tommy turned to me, "You ready Nightshade?" Tommy asked with a smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes and nodded, "Yeah I'm ready." I told him before grabbing my bag and paying for my meal as we left and went outside of the diner. So I guess it's time to party with Mötley Crüe?