"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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I stumbled into the hotel room, practically falling to my knees, "Okay, let's get you in bed." Nikki said, helping me up as I was full of laughter, "I'm fine, it's all good." I slurred, as I watched his eyes close so the irritants of the alcohol wouldn't burn, "Can you fuck me?" I asked Nikki, he chuckled, shaking his head as he turned me around and unzipped my dress, I stepped out of it as I tripped on the fabric, "What's my rule?" He asked, as he helped put a shirt on me.
I whined, "Nikki." I stomped my foot like a spoiled brat, "What's my rule, Vanity?" He repeated himself as I plopped down onto the bed, "We don't have sex when I'm really fucked up." I breathed out, "And why don't we have sex?" He asked, "Because you hate me." He laughed, "C'mon babe, one time won't hurt." I said as I propped myself on my knees, getting dizzy all at once. I put my finger through the belt loop of his pants and pulled him to me.
Nikki looked down, moving pieces of hair out of my face. He smirked the moment all color left my face, "I'm gonna throw up." I said pushing past him and running to the bathroom, getting there just in time.
"And that's why we don't fuck when you're drunk." Nikki said with a chuckle as he walked into the bathroom to hold my hair back. "Your fault. You feed me all the alcohol." I said as I wiped my lip, and he helped me to my feet, "Doll, I don't do anything you don't want me too."
"Except heroin." I mumbled, "I didn't mean that." I quickly tried apologizing, Nikki sighed, "Brush your teeth and get in bed." He ordered as he left the bathroom.
As I've been touring, this has been my life for the past three months. So you wanna know what life on the road is really like? And what it's like to hang around Mötley Crüe, well let me give you a rundown of my day.
Seven A.M: I wake up before everyone else to try and take a shower before Vince can use up all the hot water. He's already awake and trying to get his stuff together, we reach for the bathroom door at the same time.
"Vanity come on! You know I have to deep condition my hair! Or the humidity will fuck with it!" I rolled my eyes, "I get the first shower of the day before you guys dirty it up! That's if you four even shower!!" I shouted back at him, "And at least I have the decency to leave hot water!" I shout at him before slamming the bathroom door, waking everyone else up.
Nine A.M: Get upset because the boys don't keep food in the fridge of the tour bus.
I groaned again, looking into the fridge hoping something would appear. But to my dismay, there was still a moldy block of cheese, left over McDonald's from god knows what town, and bottles on bottles of alcohol. It was a rule with Nikki: the fridge had to be stocked with Jack Daniels for him and Vodka for Mick.
