𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 彡 [s. adler] [✔]

𝔬𝔫𝔢!

✧･ﾟ: 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔨𝔢𝔶 𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔰!

1987

"You're so new money," Valencia Bass admitted with a crooked half-smile as she caught sight of the new leather jacket that Steven was wearing. All night long, Valencia had been beside her drummer boyfriend and not once had she realized that he bought himself a new jacket. The girl wondered what even happened to the other one. Though, Valencia decided to not dwell on the past and just continued to stare down at her boyfriend who was currently occupying the pillows resting at the top of the bed—her bed.

Valencia decided to situate herself on Steven's lower abdomen with her thighs straddling his hips. The slight pain in Valencia's knees—as a result of being bent for such a long amount of time—had completely dissipated due to her intoxicated state. The brunette definitely didn't get the gene that her older brother possessed where he could down around three bottles of alcohol and not feel a thing. Unlike Tommy Lee, she was a gorgeous little lightweight who would pass out after a glass of vodka. It was a miracle that she was having a somewhat coherent conversation with Steven after about a few glasses—well, more like Solo Cups—of whiskey.

But even though her drunken mind which was being bruised and abused by the insane amount of alcohol, Valencia could still comprehend that Steven Adler was an amazing and fascinating human being. Not to mention absolutely fucking attractive. Oh, God, Valencia was just head-over-heels with the drummer's dazzling baby blues. Well, Valencia's eye color wasn't far off, but she much more preferred them on Steven. Her baby blues were mediocre at best, but Steven's were out of this world. And his hair. His beautiful, bouncy golden curls. Even when Steven wasn't around, Valencia imagined how her fingers felt when they ran through his locks. But his smile was just the absolute best. No, no, his laugh. Valencia had a hard time deciding which one of Steven's features she liked best. Everything about him was just—

"What the fuck does that even mean?"

Valencia's train of thought was completely derailed when her adorably clueless boyfriend spoke up from beneath her. Sometimes when a person was ignorant, Valencia would never give them the time of day simply because it annoyed her, but when it came to Steven, she welcomed said ignorance. Why? Because Steven's boyish and slightly innocent charm was a good enough distraction from it. And judging by his confused expression, the blond drummer seemed utterly lost at the mention of the phrase 'new money.' Valencia could bet cold, hard cash on the fact that her boyfriend had never read the Great Gatsby in his life, but the brunette wasn't going to fault him for it. And she wasn't going to keep him in the dark either.

"Well, it means that you don't come from a rich family and that you worked for your money. Which I respect very much," Valencia slowly explained which just ended up turning into a sensual tone by the time she finished speaking. The girl trailed her right hand down Steven's leather jacket-clad arm. Her petite fingers danced across the fabric and Valencia only hoped that her boyfriend could feel the heat that was radiating from the tips of her fingers. Chances were, he probably couldn't.