Pretty Tied Up

Chapter IX

Kinks and Fetishes: Talk of flowers, heroin, and words Axl should not use. Also, Izzy actually going out of his way to be a good boyfriend (*gasp*).

Walking was the best time to contemplate life, Izzy decided. Doing it while mildly buzzed was even better. Izzy didn't care much about Seattle football, but the booze and nachos had been pretty good. He wondered if Steven had made it back to the apartment and if the drummer had found Slash. He went on to wonder what the fuck was up with Slash and Axl. He wouldn't get involved obviously, Izzy knew that interfering with anything Axl related would leave him with a black eye and a headache, but he would also like to have a semi-functioning band.

Fuck, he should go out dealing tonight. Even with the cash they had gotten from the record company, it would be a good idea to get a couple of extra bucks, just in case. Plus, he still had a fair amount of extra heroin hidden in the apartment that he had been planning to sell and while the smack probably wouldn't go bad, it was a bad idea to have twenty-ish folds of heroin in all stored in the same apartment. Izzy decided that if Steven had made it back to the apartment, he would stay in for the night. Otherwise, he would try to sell some of his stash.

Steven had not made it back to the apartment. Axl had though. Axl, fucking exactly who he wanted to interact with. Izzy tried to call up his master sneaking skills and get past the singer sitting at the kitchen table and make it into his and Steven's bedroom without engaging in conversation.

For the record, his master sneaking skills would have worked if Axl hadn't happened to turn around right at the most inconvenient moment. "Hey Izzy, have you seen Slash?"

"No." Izzy had not seen Slash, due to Axl's genius decision to be a complete fucking dick.

"If you do see him, can you tell him I'm sorry?"

Izzy gave Axl his best 'are you fucking kidding me' look. Axl had the decency to look guilty. A decency that would have been helpful around three and a half hours ago when he called Slash a faggot, Izzy noted. Izzy did not want to be some sort of messenger between Axl and Slash. That idea reeked of exhaustion and several ruined nights. Axl could tell Slash he was sorry himself. Izzy was not going to get involved. "No."

Ignoring Axl, Izzy grabbed the bundle of heroin and a fur coat. Izzy hated the fur coat, he thought it looked ridiculous, it was leopard print for fuck's sake but it had pretty deep inner pockets for storing drugs and was pretty warm for when the sun went down.

The sun had not gone down yet, however. Which meant Izzy had a little time to himself before he opened for business. This gave him two options. Option one was to wander around the Strip aimlessly for the next two hours until it was officially night time and the junkies of Los Angeles crept out of their dope dens and shitty living conditions to start looking for their next fix. The other option was to go back to the apartment and face the clusterfuck that was named Axl Rose. Izzy went with option one.

The Sunset Strip had a bunch of shops that sold neither booze nor strippers, Izzy discovered. None of them carried anything affordable either, but some of them were slightly interesting. He found a small flower stand selling bouquets on the corner of Sunset and Doheny for five bucks each. There was a bouquet that consisted of sunflowers, some of what looked like lavender, and some little green buds he didn't recognize. The question he had asked Duff crossed his mind. There were many reasons why it would be a bad idea to buy the flowers. Firstly, he would have to bring them back to the apartment- no way he was selling dope while holding a bouquet of flowers, that was not going to happen- which meant he would have to see Axl's stupid face again. Secondly, they didn't even have a vase to put them in once he gave them to Steven. Thirdly, he didn't exactly have extra money to spend. Fourthly, Steven might not even like the flowers.

Izzy bought the flowers. The apartment was empty when he got back, with no sign of Axl, Steven, or Slash. Izzy briefly worried about where Steven could be, but suppressed it. Finding a pen and 'borrowing without permission' a blank page from Axl's song notebook, Izzy jotted a quick note to Steven telling him where he was and when he'd be back. He left the note and the flowers on their bed, before heading back out onto the Sunset Strip to make cash of some of the most desperate residents in California. 

Hello. I'm back. Expect the next few chapters to be lacking in the smut department, I promise there'll be smut soon. By chapter thirteen or something. I'm planning ahead. Butt-sex will come, I promise. In other news, my birthday is coming up. Soon I'll be able to consent to fucking someone without them getting arrested for pedophilia. I can say that on Wattpad right? Maybe? Probably not. I'm surprised I haven't gotten kicked off this site yet actually.

xxxGoth-Bunny