1987. Los Angeles, California. Around 10 PM.

Izzy just finished a high-energy performance at a packed venue. The crowd was still buzzing as they filed out, and Izzy was feeling pretty good himself. He and the rest of the band decided to head back to their hotel for some well-deserved rest, but Izzy wasn't quite ready to call it a night.

“I'm gonna stay and have a few more drinks at the bar,”

He announced to the others. His bandmates exchanged knowing looks and shrugged, used to Izzy's late-night antics.

“Alright, man. See you back at the hotel.”

Axl replied before heading out. The rest of the group followed after. Izzy settled onto a barstool, ordering another round. The dimly lit bar had a rock and roll theme, the perfect place for him to unwind after the show. As time passed, Izzy couldn't help but notice someone sitting a few stools down from him. Intrigued, he stared at them for a moment before turning to the bartender.

"Excuse me, could I get a Pina Colada for that person over there? Tell them it's on the house from me.”

He asked, his voice slightly slurred from the drinks. He placed a 20-dollar bill on the counter and waited for the bartender to make the drink.

After a few minutes, the bartender walked over to the person and handed them the drink from Izzy. Izzy watched as they looked at him with a small smile, then got up and walked over to him.