"We'll be fine. You wanna know why? Because were Nikki and Vanity."
She nodded, staring up at him with eyes full of hope and love. "...And we get through everything. We'll be okay."
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The door was held open by a bouncer as Vanity and everyone walked into the pub. The lights gleamed a deep red that covered every square inch of the facility. The sound of pool balls clacking against one another echoed through the air. Booths and tables were placed around the bar, followed by the bar itself straight ahead.
Vanity was unimpressed with the bar, it reminded her too much of home. "This is where you wanted to go?" She asked Tommy who was walking besides her, "Fuck Yeah! Everyone keeps saying we have to come here." Tommy was energetic as he pulled her away from Ryan, "I have some blow for you." He whispered into her ear as A-ha's 'Take on Me' played through the speakers.
She politely declined, "No thanks. I need to stay somewhat coherent, he's never seen me drunk." Vanity explained, "Alright so zombie dust it is." Tommy replied, making her laugh, "No Tommy!" She said while grabbing Ryan's hand.
"Buy me a beer?" She asked, batting her eyes at her honey blonde haired boyfriend. "Of course, babe." She smiled and gave him a kiss on the lips.
Nikki on the other hand, watched as they kissed as he was trying to control every fiber in his being not to rip him off of her.
This dude is doing it on fucking purpose, I just know it.
"Baby, I need some junk." Nikki looked down at his girlfriend Josie, "I don't have any." He replied, she knew that he was trying to stay away from it after the incident that occurred the other night. "C'mon Nik, have some fun. I bet we could find some here." Josie purred, trailing her French tip nails down the skin that was exposed under his half buttoned shirt. "Let's just do some coke." He tried giving her a choice, but she pouted, "Give me money and I'll go find it my fucking self." She snapped at him, Nikki sighed digging into his leather pockets and giving her a hundred dollar bill. "Thanks baby, I'll be back." She immediately snatched the crumpled up money out of his hand, disappearing into the crowd.
"You look like shit." Nikki perked up, turning around to see Vanity standing behind him. He could tell she was trying to force the smile that was formed across her glossy lips, her glossy kissable lips.
"Just tired, all this touring is catching up to me." Nikki gave her an excuse, chuckling nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Oh? So it has nothing to do with your overdose?" She raised an eye brow as she glared at him.
"I'm alright, okay? I'm fine. It was just a stupid freak accident." Nikki rolled his eyes, "Nikki you almost died." He rolled his eyes again. It was the same thing his bandmates, his manager, and his record label have been telling him.
