𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐒 / / 𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐗

CHAPTER 12

Luna was high as a fucking kite, thanks to the cocaine that Nikki had been feeding her. It was horrible being trapped in that small tour bus when the buzz hits, wanting nothing more than to move around and chat shit. She danced alone, in the middle of the aisle to Sweet Leaf, rocking her hips to the lull of a guitar.

She couldn't tell if Mick was asleep or not, his sunglasses covered his eyes as usual and his head was laid against the headrest, but he kept a firm grasp on the bottle of vodka in his left hand. Vince was sat the row across from him, trying to sleep too she guessed, remaining quieter than usual. Roxy sat in front of the singer, a scowl on her face as she stared out of the window, not trying to hide her bad mood from anyone, but they all either didn't notice or chose to ignore her.

"Nikki, dance with me." She whined.

"I'm busy babe." He spoke without lifting his eyes from the table, focused on the pile of cocaine in front of him as he crushed it with a card. With a groan she slumped down next to him, pushing herself up against his arm as her fingers found their way to the back of his head, running through his hair. He leant back a little in appreciation, before continuing his focus on the pile of drugs. Scooping up some onto a scoop, he sniffed hard before offering Luna some - she gracefully accepted. Tommy took his turn next, clearing his nostrils before doing so.

"Hey, Sixx, I keep having this vision, right, where my drum set, it rises up," he demonstrated the actions with his hands, eyes wide like a kid in a candy store. "And then bam! Smoke, lights, and the whole thing starts spinning around and I'm playing drums upside down and, and... Oh, I should just draw it for you."

Luna snorted at his excitement and Nikki turned to look at her with a shake of his head. She smirked, leaning down to wipe off some of the powder that was on his nose. Dark rings circled his eyes, her love hadn't slept in days but that was no surprise. She hadn't either.

"Hey, Rox," Tommy leaned over his seat to face his fiancée, who looked less then amused. In honestly, Luna had forgot the chick was even there. She was trying her best to ignore the groupie, and not upset Tommy by shouting at her or kicking her ass to Timbuktu. "You got a pen? Give me a pen? But, like, a cage or something. I don't know-"

"Your mom's a cunt."

Luna snapped out of her daze, the nasally voice disturbing her thoughts. "What the fuck did she just say?" Nikki grabbed her hand, pulling her into the seat next to him and wrapping an arm around her shoulder whilst she sneered towards the brunette.

"What?" Tom looked back over his shoulder, confusion etched into his features. "Why would you say that?"

"Because she is." Roxy drawled. "She's a cunt."

"Quit it. Give me the pen, all right?" Tommy turned back to face them both, mouthing 'what the fuck?' as Nikki shook his head with a disapproving look. Luna, being Luna, kept her eyes focused on her target like lion hunting her prey. Boy, was this bitch about to get it.

"I don't even know why you told them." The groupie continued. "It's not like she has anything to do with us getting married!"

"Baby, it's sweet, all right?" Tommy tried, but Luna could hear the annoyance in his voice as once more he turned to face Roxy. "It's tradition."

"Which tradition?" She demanded, standing up from her seat and standing in front of him. "The mandatory meeting of the cunt?!"

"Don't call her that again," Tom rose to meet her at eye level, pointing his finger at her as he did so with a burning gaze. "Don't call her that again, you hear me?"

As he turned to sit back down to continue his talk with Nikki, Roxy raised her fist high before slamming the pen into Tommy's arm. "Here's your fucking pen!"