──── you couldn't believe your life could get any worse than this. your own father, probably too pressed and forced by his extremely tiring job, finally gave in to sell you, his youngest daughter, to 𝘸. 𝘢𝘹𝘭 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦, the lead singer and leader of the popular band 𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘴 𝘯 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴. you were pissed. you could still remember those five minutes, replaying in your mind, you crying silently whole the infamous singer was smoking a cigarette, doing every kind of money offer to your father, until, finally, he 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯. the thing that pissed you the most, was that, while you looked at your father one last time before getting dragged by axl's strong grip, he didn't even care to look up at you. just counting the stack of money. you were currently in axl's limousine, a black lucid one, he was driving at a fast speed, probably too intoxicated to care, sunglasses on, 𝘶𝘯𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 jacket with some unknown hickeys on his neck, a cigarette hanging from his lips and a stern gaze plastered on his face, as the hard rock song blasting on the radio was playing. it was late at night in summertime, too. he suddenly turns off the limo, to stop at a gas station, with an hotel in it too. in his husky deep iconic voice he says:

“ stay here, i gotta go take a 𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘴. ”

─── he states. no remarks, he opens the cardoor and walks over the gas station drunkenly, while an old man looks at your figure from afar, while licking his lips.