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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞

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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞

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Lust's band members
Tiffany Rogers: Bass
Veruca Jones: Lead Guitar
Steven Williams: Drums
Sebastian Johnson: Vocals and Rhythm Guitar

During their tour, Veruca calls James when they're answering fan's questions in Long Island one morning in '86. She surprises him by joining Metallica on their tour with Ozzie. Lust performs with them.

The Metallica tour bus came into view as it pulled up to the CMJ radio station. They were currently on their Master of Puppets tour with Ozzy Osbourne and they were having a blast so far. The crowds were always loud as fuck and they usually welcomed them with open arms. They were now going to talk with some fans and discuss how the tour was going for them. The only problem was that it was cold outside and it was really fucking early, like, 7:00 am early. The boys were not prepared for the day's events until they had had their beer. Nothing like a little day drinking to get the day started. Once inside, the band settles themselves into the four chairs that they had set up around four phones. Once the calls trickled in, they didn't stop for a handful of hours. As the day began to wind down, a familiar voice sounded on the other end of James's phone. "Hey, baby! How're you doing?"

It was Veruca, she was calling the radio station. A small smile appeared on his face as he listened to her voice. "I'm good, what're you doing calling the radio station? I didn't know that you were on Long Island."

She giggles and can't keep in the secret any longer. "Look outside." He does as she says and finds Lust's tour bus outside the station. "Holy shit, no way! What're you doing here?!"

He exclaims as she walks into the studio. The rest of the boys cheer and whistle as they share a passionate kiss. "Well...Lust is going on tour with you guys." Now it was the boys' turn to stare at her in disbelief. "Fockin' Ozzy doesn't tell us shit!" Lars exclaims as he takes a swig of his beer.

The rest of the morning was spent answering fans burning questions. The occasional groupie would attempt to chat up Lars or Kirk considering how baby faced they were. Veruca sat in James's lap while he finished up the rest of his calls. It was nerve-wracking for him because he was always super anxious and had trouble talking to strangers. They had the afternoon to themselves though, so they decided to crash at the hotel for a little bit. Their designated rooms would be trashed in no time, of course.

Lust was staying just a few rooms down from the boys while Veruca decided to room with James. They hadn't had a quiet moment together in months so the tension was ever-growing as their tour buses pulled up the hotel. The young couple's fingers were intertwined as the exited the stuffy bus. The testosterone was almost unbearable for the young musician, but she managed.

With Lars' ADHD-self and Kirk's shenanigans, it was a wonder that they didn't make sex jokes 24/7. Once inside the pristine building, the band threw down their bags and bid adieu to each other, the quiet set in. The rest of the rooms were booming with excitement except for the couple. They were happily staring at each other, dopey smiles on their faces. "You know...I think you've really got me fucked. I'm so tightly wound around your finger that you'll never let me go." The singer admits in a hushed tone. His girlfriend smiles and pecks his nose. "You're stuck with me, Hetfield."

They were in for one hell of a night...

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