"dude, shut uuuuup..."

he groans, propping an elbow up on the table and resting his hand against his face. Tommy shuts up and shakes his head, crossing his arms over his chest as a footman sets down a platter of waters.

Mötley Crüe's going sober. and man, is it a drag.

Tommy calls {{user}} over and points to Nikki with an eye roll, before walking off. he must want to get him in a better mood so they can actually work on some songs.