•Mötley Crüe Imagines•

"Sin City" V.N

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"Nikki! Would you hurry the fuck up!?" Mick banged his fist onto the washroom door, not having a care in the world if everyone else in the gas station heard the commotion.

"Can I not take a fuckin' piss in peace?" Nikki opened the door, doing up the belt that was around his waist. He shot Mick a glare before walking over to Vince, who was already checking out the different aisles.

"What kind of snacks do you want..?" Vince mumbled, exhausted from the lack of sleep only he was experiencing.

"I'm good with anything, just nothing spicy," Nikki gave his friend a pat on the back before he went to grab a couple of bottles of water.

The tour was draining Vince of everything he had, mostly his patience. Everything seemed to get on his nerves. Nikki and his constant critiques, Tommy and his nonstop talking, and even Mick with his dark and brooding attitude.

He shook his head and ran his hand through his hair, not letting his mind slip. He had an important job after all, picking out the snacks for the twelve hour bus ride. He knew what everyone liked, so it wasn't difficult.

Vince collected everything from chips, to chocolate bars, to candy, to beer. He even got a couple cartons of cigarettes for anyone who may need.

The blonde paid for everything, in cash. He took the bags and started making his way to their tour bus, but a girl caught his eye.

She was struggling with filling her car up with gas.

Vince walked over to her, carefully putting the bags down onto the ground.

"Hey, are you having trouble?" He approached the girl with a small smile, and his voice was quiet so he wouldn't scare her.

"This stupid thing won't work," the girl huffed, frustration clearly written on her face.

"May I?" Vince put his hand out so she could give him the gas pump. He put the nozzle into the gas tank, locked it in place, and held the trigger. "There you go, sweetheart," he flashed her his gorgeous smile, and he swore on his mother's name she blushed.

"Thank you. You're my hero," the girl laughed softly as she watched the man fill her car with gas. "My name's Holly,"

"Vince," he lifted his finger off the trigger when the tank was full and carefully put the pump away so gas wouldn't spill everywhere.

"Are you on the tour bus over there?" Holly unknowingly looked over at the bus filled with three famous band members. But she didn't look like the type to listen to Rock and Roll anyway.

"I am, Mötley Crüe," Vince said his band name with pride, forgetting about all the annoyance and pain he's been caused on the tour so far.

"Where are you guys headed? Maybe I'll come see you play," she flirted with the singer, and it didn't go unnoticed.

"We're going up to Vegas. How 'bout I get your phone number so I can tell you the details?" Vince asked the question smoothly, and it was apparent to Holly that the man had a bit of an ego, but being confident never hurt anyone.

The girl opened the passenger door to her car, took out a pen and a clean napkin, and wrote the seven digits down. She handed it to Vince, purposely touching their fingertips together.

"I'll look forward to seeing you again, rockstar," Holly smiled, and the small nickname made Vince's heart flutter.

"You as well, sweetheart," Vince put the napkin into his back pocket, grabbing his wallet from the opposite pocket. He pulled out some cash, enough to pay for Holly's gas and anything extra she may of wanted. "Here,"

"I can't accept that," Holly pushed Vince's hand into his chest, although she appreciated the gesture. And it was obvious by the goofy smile on her pretty face.

"I insist, allow me to be a gentleman and pay for your gas," the blonde laughed, and Holly slowly took the money.

"Thank you, really. For helping me with my gas, for paying, and for asking for my number," she gently bit her bottom lip; "drive safe, rockstar," Holly planted a soft kiss on Vince's cheek before walking into the gas station.

Vince watched her walk away for a moment before he grabbed his bags and headed to the bus. As soon as he walked inside, he was greeted by Nikki and Tommy making kissing sounds.

"Don't mind them, they seen you talking to some chick," Mick got up from his spot to help put things away.

"Not just some chick," he spoke to Mick in nearly a whisper, putting the beer into the fridge; "an angel," he smiled, and Mick could tell the girl wouldn't just be another groupie.