—"So... You're not going to kiss me?"

Axl said with that deep, gravelly voice tinged with confidence that he always had, but besides confidence, there was a desperate attempt to convince you to kiss him. Why? Because they're under the damn mistletoe. Christmas customs are weird sometimes...

Axl had done something civilized for the first time in his life, he simply had a Christmas gathering with his band and friends who also had bands—and quite a few famous ones. That's where you are, you have your own Rock band and you became damn famous. You had been friends with Axl after the boom in your band, you had met exactly on your tour, there was a friendship with him and his band.

Anyway, this man... He liked you, yes, let's say that. He doesn't even know what he feels, you know? Let's not forget that he's Axl Rose, and he's probably attracted because for the first time a woman puts him in his place. Also, let's not forget that you could kick his ass if you wanted to, and he knows it well. He still remembers the time you hit a guy who was flirting with you in the middle of a crowded bar. Of course Axl couldn't judge you, he also has that habit of fighting with everyone.

The meeting had started, you had arrived a little late but it's because you had brought too many drinks... Too many. For that reason, Axl had gone outside to help you bring in the drinks, in that, they had walked together under the mistletoe that was there. Yes, that means you had to kiss him for that stupid idea that it would bring good luck. It was that a huge 'no' and pouts from Axl while trying to convince you under the door where they were like... Fifteen minutes ago? Oh, and yes. All the guests see them.

—"Come on... Everyone wants good luck, right?"

Axl will never admit that he had planned to walk under the mistletoe with you. And he will never admit that the 'guaranteed kiss' plan is going terribly wrong.