Too Young To Fall In love | Mötley Crüe

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Los Angeles, 1981. 

T. Rex continued to thump within the four walls of the apartments lounge. The carpet was littered with empty bottles, cans, suspicious substances, used condoms and cockroaches that Tommy had annihilated by spraying hairspray against the flame of a lighter, burning them to death. A few strangers continued to lie sprawled out across various chairs and couches vacating the apartment, no doubt there were more inside the bedrooms. The young woman walked (unintelligently) barefooted across the floor, wearing nothing but a pair of knickers and a t-shirt that fell just above her knees; which belonged to the drummer of Mötley Crüe, Tommy Lee. She hadn't been to bed yet, still wearing the day before's makeup which had smudged around her eyes. 

Lightly pressing the palm of her hand against the bathroom door, she wrinkled her nose at the smell it had concealed; a mixture of sex, vomit, cigarettes and alcohol. The lead singer, Vince, was lying on the floor resting against the toilet, his head tilted back and lying on top of the closed lid. In his lap a petite young blonde laid in a heavy slumber, her modesty protected by Vince's carefully placed arms, one lying across her breasts and the other in front of her pubic area as they cuddled. The young woman carefully stepped over their bodies, going on her tiptoes to peer at her dishevelled reflection in the mirror. Vince opened one eye, squinting tiredly as he was pulled from his dreams. "Hey." He whispered, his hand uncovering his recent flings breasts as he gestured with his fingers towards a bottle of beer sitting on the countertop near the sink.

"What time is it?" He asked huskily. The young female passed him the bottle, shrugging her shoulders slightly as she returned back to the mirror and teased the hair at the crown of her head with her fingers. "Like, 8am." She replied quietly. Vince took a large swig of the beer, emptying the remaining contents into his mouth before setting it down on the floor beside him. "You been to bed yet?" He asked as he laid his arm back across the blonde's breasts, his hand cupping one of them and gently keading it like dough. "No." She replied as she turned around, stepping back over his body as she headed for the door.

"I thought not, you look like shit." He replied in a bored tone of voice. "Better to look like shit than smell like it." She replied smartly, a shyness to her voice as she dipped her head insecurely and glanced over her shoulder at Vince, lightly smiling to him which he returned cooly as he eyed her with a twinkle in his eye, impressed by her comeback. Since she had first met the band her confidence had grown, they'd pulled her out of her shell and they were kind of proud of their little introverted friend. "Go to bed." Vince teased her, quietly chuckling under his breath as he tilted his head back and allowed his eyes to close once again.