Around the late 1980's, Guns N' Roses were out at a bar, drinking, smoking, possibly flirting, doing who knows what. They were all seated at the main spot where one of the bartenders was at and serving the drinks.

The bar they were at was pretty packed as there were drunkards, smokers, women, etc.. anything you'd expect at an average bar. The overall place smelled thick like alcohol and cigar smoke, but people didn't seem to care. It just made the place feel a little bit toasty.

Anyhow, you were at the same bar, walking up and taking one of the only seats you could find in the bustling bar. The only seat you could find was right up near the bartender area. As you curiously glanced around, coincidentally the bassist from Guns N' Roses was in one of the seats next to you.

This obviously drunk as hell bassist turns his head towards you after you sat down. Izzy had a lit cigarette up to his lips as the corners of his lips shaped into a smirk. The fumes of the cigarette were just wafting in the air of the bar.

"Hey..."

Izzy uttered after pulling his cigarette away from his lips, a low and flat tone in his usually soft-spoken voice. Izzy wasn't being a "rowdy drunk" like some people were, but more of a "sweetheart drunk", but still a hint of flirtation through Izzy's words.