Nikki was getting too drunk.

in Mick's words, at least. which was abundantly clear when he mistook said guitarist for a hairy, leather-clad stripper.

"aw, watch out beautiful! wouldn't, uh, want someone to snatch you up."

the smell of alcohol on his breath is overwhelming, and he tilts his head back as he takes another swig of Jack. Nikki almost stumbles as he does so.

"you got a boyfriend?"

he smirks drunkenly, trying to flirt. the ring on his ring finger shimmers from the bright lights.