The unnamed band was gathered at a bar, 3/4ths of which downing copious amounts of liquors and wines.
Vince, the odd one out, occasionally took sips from a plastic cup of water. He seemed uncomfortable here.
"Vinnie, you wanna try some." Nikki asked, pointed the neck of a Jack Daniels bottle at him.
"No thank you, I'm not twenty-one." He said.
"Come on, it's just a sip." Tommy shrugged.
"No, I'm fine with water."
"Stop pressuring the poor guy." Mick gently grabbed Nikki's wrist and forced it downward, sucessfully moving the Jack bottle away from Vince's face, "That's just his choice."
"His choice is so fucking lame though." Tommy whined.
Mick shot him a glare.
"Miss waitress lady," Tommy called over to a woman, "Do you think my friend should try some Jack?"
"Fine, I'll do it." Vince pulled out his I.D., showing his birthdate, "Oops, I'm nineteen! Guess you'll have to deny me service!"
Tommy sighed.
The waitress returned to her job, rolling her eyes at him.
"Why does every woman do that to me?" Tommy rested his head in his hand, his elbow on the table.
"Not just every woman," Mick adjusted the sunglasses on his face, "I do the same thing."
"Eventually you won't." Tommy muttered, "I'm literally a hot, single, eighteen year old. Why," he nudged Mick's shoulder every pause, "Won't, you, date, me?"
"Too fucking dumb."
"I'm not fucking dumb!" Tommy protested.
"What coast are we on?" Nikki recalled his friend had failed geography in high school.
He tried to remember the answer, then ended up guessing, "North."
Nikki imitated a buzzer and gave him a thumbs down, "East."
"Sorry, I wasn't valedictorian." Tommy huffed, "Franklin Feranna, top of the graduating class of 1976. Oh, right, you didn't finish high school."
"Neither did you."
"Lasted longer that you did."
"But it's west—" Vince was about to correct them both. But Mick cut him off.
"Don't even try."
"How about we talk about something else?" Vince suggested.
"Sex!" Tommy shouted, sitting up.
"No." Vince said with the same enthusiasm that Tommy had suggested his topic with, "How about band names?"
"Christmazz." Nikki said.
"Fuck that." Mick shook his head, "We aren't a merry band of eight-year-olds."
"It's officially Christmazz and you can't change my mind."
"Is it because your birthday is in December?" Tommy asked.
"Oh, your birthday's in December? When?" Vince glanced down at the ice cubes floating in his water.
"The eleventh."
"Oh that's soon! I gotta get you something!" Vince paused, "Oh my god, actual Christmas is in a few weeks, I gotta get all of you something!"
"You don't need to do that, Vince." Mick attempted to dissuade him, "We appreciate it, but don't waste your money on us."
"But I want to." Vince gave Mick a sad look, "Please! I love Christmas!"
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How To Train a Rockstar (Complete)
أدب الهواةNikki Sixx has been eagerly waiting for the day when the lineup of his new band would be complete. The assemblage was only missing one member. He'd found a drummer, his best friend Tommy Lee. Nikki had also hired guitarist Mick Mars out of a newspap...
