Dancer ➳ Tommy Lee

Chapter Three

What you get and what you see. Things that don't come easily. Feeling happy in my vein. Icicles within my brain. Cocaine.

— Black Sabbath, Snowblind

We walked to their apartment which just so happened to be down the street. People were already around the apartment and when they seen us walking up, they cheered and held up their drinks and what not. Tommy and his band mates lead their way up the stairs and to the door. Nikki walked over to the window and pried the window open and climbed in. I looked to Tommy and he grinned. "We ended up nailing the door shut because the cops kicked it down too many times. So we use the window to get in and out." He walked over to the window and held his hand out to me. I gave him a look and grabbed his hand and hoisted myself in along with Tommy's help. Tommy came in after me and went straight to the kitchen, leaving me to stand by myself and look around. The carpet was littered with burn marks, empty beer bottles, old clothes, and other things I didn't even want to know about.

Vince and Mick walked past me to the kitchen as Tommy came out holding two beers. He handed me one as more people began to trickle in. "Here you are." I took it and nodded to him. The music started and Tommy whooped loudly, causing a chorus reply. I watched as Tommy used his shirt to open his beer bottle so I followed and did the same. As I went to take a drink, someone bumped into me, causing me to spill my drink all over my shirt which made me gasp in response. "Hey watch where you're moving!" I heard Tommy say as I turned and saw this really large sized guy, who's head looked too small for his rather giant body, slowly turn to Tommy with this angry look in his eyes.

"Are you talking to me?" The guy asked as Tommy walked closer, lightly pushing me behind him. "Maybe I am, what are you gonna do about it? After all this is my fucking place," Tommy responded while looking up at him. My eyes went wide while watching him try to "intimidate" this guy who could probably break him in half just by looking at him.

"I don't give a fuck who you are. I can still kick your chicken leg having ass," the guy said as he shoved Tommy roughly which caused Tommy to fall onto the couch behind him. He quickly sprung back up and smashed the beer bottle over the guys head, and not so much to my surprise left the guy unharmed. Suddenly a huge fight broke out within between this one guy and the whole band of Mötley Crüe break out, except for Mick who was just sitting on the couch and drinking out of his beer bottle. Vince attacked the guy from behind by wrapping his arms around his neck while Nikki grabbed his arms and Tommy continuously tried to inflict pain on him by punching him or hitting him with objects nearby he found on the floor.

People around me cheered and some even tried to join in. Over all, it was messy. They got the big guy on the ground after smashing another bottle on his head, and he laid there unconscious. Tommy and the boys cheered as the man was removed from the apartment. Tommy walked back over to me and grinned as blood ran down his nose. "Fuck, haven't gotten into a fight in a while." He chuckled and ran a hand under his nose to wipe away the blood. I shook her head and laughed at him. "You are absolutely insane."

"So I've been told." He responded and swung an arm over my shoulder and pulled me to the couch. I sat down next to Mick and Tommy plopped down beside me with his arm still around me. "Hey, pass the plate down!" Tommy called out. At first I was confused until I saw a small black platter with cocaine being passed down a line of people. Tommy got ahold of it and snorted a line, making a loud hooting noise. He held it up to my face and I leaned down, plugging one side of my nose and snorting a long line. The rush was phenomenal, my heart raced and I felt like I was on cloud nine.

It was a rush unlike any other, it seemed like every nerve in my body was alive now. Vince came over handing me and Tommy new beers, which we instantly popped off the lid and drank the bottles. Being high made me a new person with a new personality, or more than one personality. The music seemed louder and everything seemed to be moving a lot faster.