Looks that kill || N.S

Protective

Nikki's p.o.v
I awoke to the light peeping out through the red curtains. What the fuck did I do last night? I was wrapped up in blue bed sheets. Looking over to the right of me, I see some blonde girl completely passed out next to me. Oh yeah, I went home with some groupie after I was already fucked up, I got even more wasted when I came to her apartment. Last thing I remember is knocking out in the middle of of us having sex. Her sex game wasn't as brave as her tease game but whatever, it's not like I was on top anyway, she rode me. Shit sound check. I sigh and check the alarm clock on the night stand. It read 3:30. Standing up to put my pants back on and the shirt I was wearing last night, I tried carefully not to wake her up. Although this bitch looked so snoozed. I put my shoes on quickly grabbing my watch to put it on. I saw all types of shit all over the night stand, empty coke bags, condom wrappers, beer cans, bottles of alcohol and much more. The bottle of Jack sitting there was calling my name. I grabbed it along with my wallet and keys. I made my way out of her apartment quickly drinking the remains of the whiskey. Tossing it to the side once I had finished it. I put my sunglasses on and drove back to the pent house. "Hey Sixx." Tommy greets me once I walk in the door looking like a walking crackhead. "Sup." I say removing my shades. "Hurry up dude and go get ready. We're gonna leave at 4:00." Mick tells me. As soon as I was walking away to the stairs, Cora walks through the front door as well, heels in hand, shades still on. "Look who just did the walk of shame." Tammy laughs. "Oh shut up. God I'm so fucking hungover." Cora's hand holds her forehead as if it's gonna stop the migraine she has. "Welcome to the club." I said. "Look at what the cat drug in." Adele crosses her arms. "Nikki over here just got here a few seconds before you got here." Tommy tells her. "Alright well I'm gonna go shower. Hopefully that helps me a little." Cora chuckles climbing up the stairs passing me. She had red and purple love bites scattered on her breasts. "Cover those hickeys!" Adele yells at her. "Gotcha!" Cora responds going into her room. I walked into my room and threw my wallet and keys on my bed. I immediately went to the shower and got under the warm water. It was enough to at least clean me up and wake my body up from the drunkness. Once I was finished washing up, I wrapped a towel around my hips and stepped into my room. Grabbing a pair of jeans and a black muscle shirt. I left my hair as is and put a green vest on top of my shirt. I put some sneakers on and went down stairs to be met by the group. "Is anyone else still hungover? Fuck." Cora comes downstairs in some leggings, a oversized Pink Floyd shirt and her converse. She had put her hair up into a ponytail. She looked kind of cute all slouched back. "I think we all are but clearly you got more fucked up than we did." Priscilla handed her some ibuprofen. "Let's go." I say. All of us make our way to the cars and get in. We drive to the venue we had to go to. We finally get to the place. "Finally. What took you so long?" Doc meets us in the dressing rooms. "Sorry we were still hung over. And by the way we're 5 minutes late." Vince laughs making Doc laugh as well. "I know. I'm just fucking with you guys." He pats his shoulder. "Well get out there. You're instruments are waiting for you." He says following us to the stage. "Girls. You go first." Doc tells them. The girls get up there as we sit down on the front row of the empty seats to see what it looks like when they perform. That's usually how we do sound checks. Us and Doc sit on the stadium seats and see them play. Or the other way around. I watched Cora play and run around the stage. I smiled to myself as I thought about our sessions. Her music was beauty. The music she played with her guitar was amazing. All of us clapped for them once they finished their sound check. "Okay boys it's your turn." Doc says. We stand up and trade spots with the girls. I plugged my bass and tuned it up a bit. "What song should we do?" Vince asks us. "How about Don't fear the reaper." Mick suggested. "Of course. Mick just wants to show off his badass skills. We all know that song has the best guitar solo. It has a killer riff." I chuckle. "Well what can I say Sixx." Mick said. "Alright 1,2,3!" Tommy yelled as Mick began playing the keys to the song. After we finished playing a few songs, I put my bass down. "That was great guys. Please don't forget to show up early tomorrow. I want all your asses here by no later than 7:00." Doc informs us. "Yes sir." We replied. "Okay sound check dismissed." He walks away. As we get into the dressing room. There's food there waiting for us. I looked over at Cora and remembered what I had said yesterday at the bar to her. I should probably apologize. "Do you have a minute?" I went up to her grabbing some food as well. She nods her head and we step out into the hallway and down to some stairs we found. "Hey I'm sorry about what I said last night. I shouldn't have been all up in your business." I look into her eyes. She stops chewing the strawberry she was eating. "You really shouldn't have. I forgive you though." She sends me a warm smile. "So are we cool?" I ask eating a grape. "Yeah. I guess in some way you're just protective of me like a brother right?" She asks me. I look down at my shoes not really knowing what to answer her. Let's just go with that. "Yeah, like a brother." I agree smiling back at her. "I like your shirt." I say. "Thanks. It was my dad's. He gave it to me when I was little. It fit me like a cover then. Although some things don't really change cause he gave it to me when I was 7 years old and now it fits me like a dress." Cora laughs making me laugh with her. "You know, you'd expect for it to fit me 14 years later but it doesn't." She says. "I mean I guess that's a good thing. You won't out grow it ever. It'll stay the same size forever." I respond. "Ha, you know I actually never thought of it that way." Cora smiled again. "I just wish my dad was still here to see me become successful with my music." She sighs. "I'm sorry. But at least you grew up with a great father. I never really knew my father. He was a drunk is all I know. He carried my name around as well. I'm sure you know that I changed my name to Nikki Sixx." I tell her which makes me wonder why I'm telling her this. I never really talk about my past. The only people to really know about all that is the guys. "Oh yeah. You're real name is Frank Ferrana right?" Just hearing the name makes my blood boil. I shift uncomfortable. She noticed so she didn't push on further. "Yeah." I clear my throat. "Well if anything, I like Nikki Sixx way better. It sounds sexier." Cora raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "I get that a lot." I laugh back. "Don't get Cocky now Sixx." She points at me. "I think this is the first conversation about my past that I've had in a long time with anyone." I tell her. "Well I'm always here if you wanna talk." She replied. "Me too." I hold my hand out for her take as I stand up. "Where are you going?"

"Come on. We should get back to the group before they think we left to go hook up or some shit." I laugh and help her up. "True." Cora says. We head back into the dressing room. If I didn't know better I'd say I low key liked getting to know her a little bit better. It's weird how I can talk to her so easily. I don't usually let let my guard down. Cora is something special.