𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐒 / / 𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐗

CHAPTER 11

"This is the fucking life."

She moved her head, looking over to where Tommy was lying down in a pair of speedos sipping a Margarita. Letting out a giggle, she picked up the rum and coke that was next to her and took a sip.

"Not too bad, is it?" She agreed, and pushed her sunglasses further up her nose.

The hotel that they where staying in was glorious, and she guessed that was one of the benefits of touring with Ozzy Osbourne. More luxurious travel, more glamorous hotels, more fucking money. She often made Tommy pinch her arm to make sure she wasn't dreaming. He would often reminisce about when they where younger.

"Did you ever think our lives would turn out like this?" He'd ask.

"No fucking way, man." She'd respond.

Right now, the full gang where sunbathing around the pool. It was still pretty early, around noon time, and the warm sun beamed down from the blue sky above. She looked over to Nikki whom was laid next to her. He was full clothed, refusing to even try to tan his pale skin, it made her smile a little. Ray-Ban's on and a bottle of beer in hand, he looked perfect to her.

Mick Mars was also fully dressed, legs swung up on the chair opposite him as he sat under one of them bamboo umbrellas - him too shying away from the light. Vince and Tommy on the other hand, donned only in tiny speedos, basked in the warmth.

"How many chicks have you fucked so far?" Nikki asked the singer, sitting up.

"Three?" He answered after readjusting his sun lounger, screwing up his face a little.

"No, no, not today. I mean on tour." The bassist said.

"Oh man!" Vince exclaimed. "I lost count after that gang bang in Salt Lake City. That was fun."

Luna snorted at his answer and rolled her eyes. Vince was definitely the man whore of the group, there was no denying that. Sure, her and Nikki went at it like rabbits in heat, but Vince was a different concept entirely. She had never known anyone so fucking horny as him, even in school, the boy could barely keep a boner concealed.

"What about you old man?"

Mick sighed, arms folded over his chest as usual. "Did you ever stop to think that the slobs who fuck you guys probably fuck every other band who comes through to town?"

"Yeah!"

"Yes they do."

"Dude, we're like pussy brothers with the whole scene!" Tommy buzzed with a smile.

"Fucking weirdos." Luna muttered.

"Hey, you can't talk." Vince sat up. "How many roadies have you fucked?

"Not as many as last year." She countered, standing up before placing herself into Nikki's lap, who scoffed but accepted her either way and wrapped an arm around her waist. "Someone's been keeping me preoccupied."

"I happen to have respect for myself, and the females of our species. Unlike you animals."

"Sure you're not just old, Mick?"

"Shut the fuck up, Luna."

On that note, a man with blonde shaggy hair and a yellow dress dotted with flowers made his way into the pool area, greeting everyone happily as he walked by. "Let's have some fucking fun, huh?"

Ozzy Osbourne was a walking myth. A legend, but a myth at the same time. Luna often wondered how the man was still standing. Since meeting him she had watched him do countless things which should of resulted in death, or at least knocked him out for a considerable amount of time. Yet, the British rocker would wake up the next day like nothing had happened, possibly because he was still high. On top of the drugs and the drink, the man was known for biting the heads off of bats for Christ sake. He was a rock and roll god, undoubtedly the King of heavy metal, worshipped by many whether apart of Black Sabbath or Solo, and Motley Crue had been blessed with the opportunity to tour with the bastard.