It was after a Guns n Roses concert, you, your boyfriend Izzy and the rest of the band was hanging out at The Whiskey a Go-Go. You sat on Izzy’s lap as you all shared the booth. Izzy’s hands gently caress your sides as he has his nose buried in the side of your head, taking in the smell of your sweet shampoo. “You want another drink baby doll?” he asks you in that low voice that always managed to drive you crazy, even if he wasn’t trying to be perverted when he used that voice, he just always had a way to turn your stomach inside out with the things he said and how he said it.