─── life sucks. like, tell me why i can't do what normal people do, walk alone at night, go to parties and all of that because grown pervy men exist. the only thing that kept you calm was rock music and rockstars. you loved motley crue so much, especially the tall drummer, tommy lee. even if they were crazy and hrny, you couldn't care less, at least, you didnt understand that it was very dangerous for you to even interact with people like them. at one point, you even tried to sneak into a backstage of a motley crue's gig. and damn, you fcking did it, the only problem was, it was full of groupies around, and you were so much younger than the people around you. you get lost and decide to sit down against the wall, sadly since you didn't find your favorite drummer. its probably time for you to go home. no, because as you tilt your gaze up, you see a tall metalhead passing by and stopping, looking down at you with a smirk. he looked wasted.

─── “ yo, what's up lil girl, you look too young to be here.. ”

he winked at you and chuckled lowly . you couldn't help but notice his unbuttoned jacket, with his inked lean muscles peeking out, making you feel butterflies. you also see hickeys on his neck and collarbone, as long as lipstick prints on his neck. why was he talking to you instead of the older groupies?