WARNING: major drug use, and some violence. also some triggering phrases.
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SINCE I DON'T HAVE YOU. ( chapter 06. )
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THIRD PERSON. we got the beat; the go-go's.
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BROOKLYNN WOKE UP IN A VERY unfamiliar hotel room, on a worn-out leather couch. she sighed as memories from the amazing night last night came back to her mind. slash was sleeping on an armchair, his neck slung and facing down towards his lap, his curls wildly spiraling down, almost reaching his lap.
brook smiled at the sleeping figure as she saw axl walk in with a grin. "have fun last night, huh?" he said, and brook nodded with a soft smile. she didn't have sex with saul, but he let her crash at their hotel room since she was too lazy and tired to even walk another room to her room.
"yep, we went to a diner then i crashed here," she reassured him, tearing the warm blanket that was covering her clothed body. she wanted a change of clothes, so she was wearing one of slash's graphic tees that said "love sucks, and i swallow."
" nothing else though?" axl asked with a cautious facial expression across his amused face as he looked down at her outfit, which only consisted of slash's shirt and her socks she hadn't taken off.
"yuperdoodles," she said, not really giving two shits if axl think her and slash fucked or not, as she sighed and stood up, grabbing her jacket and telling axl to say a thanks for her, even though she already had.
she walked out the door, her sneakers in one hand, her jacket slung over her shoulder, and her room key in her other hand. she felt shitty; she needed both a good fix and a cigarette, which she had left stupidly in her hotel room.
as she was outside of her suite room, she heard angry yelling from inside the room, and she furrowed her eyebrows, wondering who the hell could be yelling at this hour, and what about.
she slowly opened the door to reveal a angrily pacing nikki, his pale hands running through his jet black hair, seeming as if he were doing it out of stress. tommy and vince were seated in front of him on the couch, and mick was nowhere to be seen.
nikki's neck snapped over to look at brook, vince and tommy's following right after. vince and tom's eyes grew wide, and brook furrowed her eyebrows even more as nikki's ears and nostrils basically started smoking with anger. nikki stomped right over to the confused girl, and stopped only inches away from her, his usual glistened eyes, filled with pure, fueled anger.
