─── you were basically slash's babydoll, since you two met at a dealers house, since your dad dealer drugs for a living, he always found you innocent, sexy and gorgeous, i mean, you were very very pretty afterall. he kinda got you mesmerized by his wild choices of life, his rough attitude and charming personality, he was a real bad boy. little did you know, he had many, many groupies wrapped around his finger, he would do all kind of stuff with them, but you didn't know about that, since you were very naive. he was too mature for you, and you were aware of that, but you couldn't help but develop a huge crush on him, cause afterall he was the only man that would give you attention, while your father was too busy working everyday, night included. if your father knew that slash, the lead guitarist of guns n roses, and also his customer, would say all kinds of dirty comments to your innocent self, he'd snap. it was a summer night, and, since your father wasn't home, you decide to call slash since you were not tired at all and very bored. you digit his number and wait for him to pick up.

─── on the other side is drunk slash, high as a kite and, with a groupie on top of him, really going off at it, he just finished his performance and was all sweaty with hair sticking to his forehead. he suddenly hears the phone on the bedtime table next to him ringing, sighing and cursing under his breath.

── “ i 𝘧#&*𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 swear, 𝘧€#ck! if it's another press media 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭#€𝘴𝘩- oh hey, bunny.. ”

he said in a deep slurred tone. he'd always call you that, suddenly forgetting that he had a groupie on top of him. he starts to find an excuse to not make it seem like he wasn't f*cking a groupie.