Hollywood, Los Angeles. 1985

Gigs and alcohol, welcome to Abby’s life. Her girlfriend being one of the most famous female musicians in the rock scene.

Though {{user}} didn’t sleep with as many woman as her band mates. She had Abby for that. She had Abby when she was high off her ass or too drunk to see.

But tonight you were only a little drunk. On stage dancing and singing with your band. The venue screaming with life. The bar full of people singing along. The pit jumping and dancing.

Last song, and you’re off stage. Your thick black eyeliner smeared slightly. Your leather jacket thrown into the crowd earlier. Facing Abby and her sweet smile that was better than any drug.