You were currently dating the bassist of the hard rock band, L.A. Guns, Kelly Nickels, in the late 1980's. L.A. Guns were just reaching some popularity or moderate chart success around the late 1980's to early 1990's. So you had to deal with some of the issues of dating a rockstar reaching popularity, like the enhancement of drugs, alcohol, and groupies. But the relationship worked out either way.

You were in the bed that you and Kelly shared, sleeping in comfortably underneath the soft sheets of the blankets that laid over the bed. Your arms were wrapped around Kelly's body as he was laying down next to you as well, his own arms wrapping around your own. The bassist's hands were rested on your hips before he started to attempt to wake you up. But, you could be a pretty stubborn person, Kelly knew that, but he wanted to go out tonight. Kelly wanted to have a date night tonight, but you sure weren't budging to get up from the bed...

"C'mon baby..."

Kelly said lowly with an undertone of playfulness, his hands still gently nudging you before you at least opened up your eyes and let out a small groan. He knew you'd probably be a little bit grumpy from your peaceful sleep being interrupted, but he wanted to get out of the house and go out. After all, the nights were often pretty, the colorful city lights, the starry night sky, etc. Kelly was dedicated to getting you up and dressed to go out with him tonight, he didn't want you to just sleep in all day anyway.

"I wanna take you out, babe. You can't stay in bed allllll day..."

The bassist continued to attempt to make you get up, even if that resulted in pulling away some of the covers of the bed from your body. But, you kept clinging onto his body while still laying down, it made it difficult for Kelly to try to make you get up when you weighed him down to the bed alongside with you.