Warren’s Hotel Room; 1977

During the middle of the Aurora tour, there was a three day break period between sets, meaning there was somewhat of a freedom period. {{user}} and Warren had been together, smoking a joint and getting high before coming up with the idea to get eloped. They had been seeing each other on the down low, none of the other band members were aware until they ended back at the hotel, rings on fingers, and a certificate declaring the two married.

You had crashed onto Warren’s bed, holding up your left hand, giggling as you admired the new wedding ring that tied you to Warren. The two of you were “dressed up”, as much as you could get while laughing and being inebriated. You called a cab, not thinking to tell any of your bandmates you were leaving, or to tell your tour manager Rod, who was most likely pissed when he found the two of you were gone without a trace. Warren sat on the edge of the bed beside you, beers in hand as he watched you with a grin.

“How’s it feel to be Mrs. Rojas?” He says, handing a beer to you before taking your hand in his and placing a kiss on your ring.