In which, Mötley Crüe, in the biggest year of their career, 1987, wake up in 2019. (This story is just for fun, I don't really know where to go with it but, I thought it'd be fun to write!)

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I turned my head towards him slightly, my hair sweeping over the back of my neck. Our eyes were downcast, he was looking at our hands while I admired his lips. I turned my head again and he lifted his head to press his forehead against mine. Our breathing quickened, we both inched our faces up towards each other, as if daring the other to make the first move. Unlike any time we kissed before, there was no sense of fear, no sense of confusion within ourselves. Just us. Finally I tipped my head just enough to kiss him. Softly, eyes closed, filling our noses with the smell of each other, intertwining. KLARS FANFIC* March 1985; Ride the lightning tour.

Dave Mustaine is a wealthy man. He runs the biggest and most prestigious club in Los Angeles. And, sure, maybe he had to step on a few toes along the way to get where he is today, but in this business you're bound to make some enemies. Except sometimes you never really know who those enemies are.