Dancer ➳ Tommy Lee

Chapter Eight

"It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough. You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love."

— Robert Palmer, Addicted To Love

We walked down the still busy street of LA, mine and Tommy's hands enlaced with one another while he used his other hand to take turns passing his cigarette back and forth with me. "So since you're staying at my place once again, will I ever get to see yours?" He asked, breaking the silence of heels clicking against the sidewalk. I slipped my hand out from his and scratched my other arm nervously, yeah his place was bad, but mine was never clean because when I was home I was higher than a fucking kite and I felt the need to trash the place. The only thing nice about it was the view, other than that it was an absolute shithole. And if Tommy ever met Jason, it would most likely not end well, for Jason, not Tommy of course.

"Hello? Earth to Liz?" Tommy's voice broke me from my thoughts as I shook my head and looked up at him. "O-Oh um, soon, definitely soon," I assured him. He nodded and handed me the cigarette after taking a puff off of it. I placed it between my lips and inhaled. I would need to clean the place before he came over, not that he would mind the mess. He lived in an absolute pigsty, everything was infested. He definitely had roaches, I mean I saw them at the party I just didn't wanna seem rude and say anything. After all he was letting me snort his cocaine for free.

We arrived to the apartment complex and walked up the stairs. I could hear the loud music from about a block away and I knew automatically it was their place from the style of music. Most people listened to Wham! or Queen, not really heavy metal since it isn't too popular. OR is it considered hair metal? Is that the term? I honestly don't know because well that's not entirely my style of music. At least not until I met Tommy.

We crawled into the window to a cloud of smoke, not sure if it was cigarettes or pot. Maybe it was a mixture of both, I just knew it smelled horribly. Tommy grabbed my arm and pulled me over to the crowded couch while shoving some unknown people off. "Sorry guys, my apartment, my couch." Tommy said as he kicked his feet up onto the broken coffee table, showing off his stiletto boots, that were honestly taller than anything I've worn and that says a lot.

"Enjoying the sight?" He asked as he looked at me with a rolled up $20 in his hand as he dipped down to the plate in front of him and inhaled the white powder. I nodded slowly in response as I took the plate from him as he handed it over and took my own inhalation. I wiped my nose and looked back at him, "Yeah, I don't understand how you could wear those." He chuckled to my response and took a big chug from the bottle next to him, I don't even think it was his. "Well you see it takes honestly quite a bit of practice. But it definitely attracts the ladie-" He started to say before turning his head and snorted another line.

"We're not official Tommy, you can talk about other girls," I assured him even though I honestly didn't want him too because I wanted to be the only girl he talked about. I know it's crazy because we barely know each other but he just seems like this genuine guy and in my line of work you don't meet a lot of those. You do meet a lot of Vince's though. Tommy nodded slowly to my statement and looked at me, "Well what if I don't want to talk about other girls?" He asked while looking into my eyes. Dammit those hazel eyes get to me. Just as I was about to say something back to him Vince fell on top of the coffee table and completely shattered the rest of the glass while laughing loudly.

"Are you fucking kidding me Vince? That was really hard to steal!" Nikki complained loudly as he kicked Vince's foot and took a long drink from his jack while using his other hand to lift a cigarette to his mouth. I looked at Nikki's appearance and we'd only been at the house for not even an hour and he looked horrible. His makeup was smeared and his cheeks were cherry red from the alcohol he'd be drinking. "Well maybe someone shouldn't push me because he's too fucking wasted to walk straight!" Vince yelled at Nikki while climbing out of the frame of where the coffee table sat. He looked up at Nikki since Nikki was a few inches taller, especially with heels on similar to Tommy's. "Oh you don't wanna go there you little bitch." Nikki spoke as he lightly pushed on Vince's shoulder.

Vince's face turned red as he jumped up on Nikki and as the other night, broke out another fight among the guys. Except this time Tommy stood up calmly and pulled the two apart as they continued kicking and yelling at each other from the distance. I rolled my eyes at the two before smashing a bottle as loud as I could on the frame next to me. The two guys looked and I shrugged as I tossed the bottle on the ground. "Tommy get your slut." Nikki said as he took another drink from the jack daniels bottle.

My whole body tensed up at his remark and then next thing I knew I saw Tommy's fist collide with Nikki's face as he fell flat on the floor, eyes closed. Well shit.