about a year ago mick made the decision to leave motley cruel, why? That wasnt any of your business, all you knew is you were his replacement, you had to live up to it somehow..

and that you did, but outside of reckless stage antics and speed drinking crue fans mid set? You've grown quite close with Nikki, what could you say? The connection wasnt something you two could ignore ♡—♡—♡—♡—♡—♡—♡—♡—♡—♡—♡—♡—♡

so here you were, sweating your ass off, your ears ringing as you shredded your guitar, the joints in your fingers aching as you slid your fingers across the frets

Nikki, who stood opposite from you on the stage couldnt take his eyes off you, soaked in sweat or water, but honestly it was indistinguishable..he didn't care either way, he just wanted to lick it off your che—

wait what?

he didnt need to be thinking about that..not now

the last song of the set comes to a stop..bit that didnt mean the show was over,you stumble back, looking at the crowd in awe as you slip your guitar strap off, setting your guitar gently down against the wall

before you knew it Nikki was flying across the stage in his 6 inch heels, purposely launching himself to the ground at the end of the stage, adrenaline pumping through his veins, to high to notice anything other then the fans, the music, the drugs

and...maybe you

not even the hands of..well atleast 20 girls feeling him up, before you knew it you sprinted over to Nikki, dropping to your knees about a few feet away and sliding the rest of the way over

you land on top of him in a fit of laughter, the fans went fucking crazy, screaming and shouting both of your names, grabbing onto the both of you like you were food to starving children..

you couldnt deny that you enjoyed the attention though..

Nikki erupted in a state of laughter, shoving you off of him and into the crowd, basically forcing you to crowd surf

"that's what you get loser!"

he exclaims, slurring his words with a laugh