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Sometimes she wondered why it was this way. Why she decided to pick up the guitar? No. Why she decided to follow her own path? No. Why she didn’t want to live in the shadow of herself as a wife? No.

What she really did wonder was, what was it so hard to make it as a woman on a band. Would she ever get the answer? Maybe, maybe not. Only time would tell.

Right now, time wasn’t really saying much except that the three horny men she was always beside were starting to really piss her off.

‘Hey Mick! Wanna go to the strip?!’ Nikki or Vince or Tommy would yell at her. Well, no. I don’t want to fucking do to the strip club to watch other women dance around on their underwear. She would think to herself.

But that wasn’t what she was thinking right now. What she was thinking was why was it a good idea to come with them to the hotel pool.

Mick was sipping on a drink near a table while the other band members were sitting on sun chairs.

“How many chicks have you fucked so far?” She turned her head to the conversation her band mates were having.

“Uh, three,” Vince said looking up as if trying to remember a lost memory.

“No, not today. On the tour,” Nikki re-explained him.

Vince smirked, “Ah, man I lost count after that gang bang in Salt Lake City,”

Mick rolled her eyes and sunk deeper in her seat. She remembered the moment very clearly since she wasn’t as intoxicated as the 3 children around her.

She didn’t really know why but she had a strong dislike toward groupies. Maybe because she had more respect for herself but sometimes she just wants to punch them square in the nose.

“How bout’ you, Girly,” Vince asked her.

“What?” She asked, shaking her head to snap herself out of her thoughts.

“How many guys have you fucked so far?” He asked her once more leaning over his seat as Nikki and Tommy followed suite.

They all looked at her hoping for a fun story or answer. Much wasn’t the most social of the group. Sure, they knew bits and pieces about had but she didn’t really gang out with them at the end of shows.

“A: That’s none of your business and B: I happen to have respect for myself and the rest of our species,”

“Aww, c’mon Mick,” Tommy whined at her, taking another sip of his drink.

“Ever thought about how those slobs you fuck probably fuck every band that comes to town?” She asked quickly trying to change the subject.

At first she had thought that it work for a second of the silence they were in. But sadly all they did was laugh their asses off as if she was trying to be funny.

“Yes, they do!” Vince laughed out as she let out a sigh.

Why does it have to be this way? She thought to herself.

“Dude, we’re like pussy brothers with the whole scene,” Tommy said to the rest of the guys.

Mick just about slammed her head on the table beside her, which scarred the hell out of Tommy and caught the attention of Vince and Nikki.

“Uh, Mick you okay there?” Nikki asked her looking at her.

“One day or another,” the brunette said lifting her head back up with sleepy eyes as she grabbed her drink.

“Let’s have some fucking fun!”

The British voice boomed through the pool yard, a voice Muck knew all too well and to get was very hard to forget.

“Morning, Oz,” Nikki called out.

Ozzy this morning was wearing a yellow dress with flowers on it. From her personal guess, it was Sharon’s. Sometimes she would take his cloths so he wouldn’t go out. So his solution was take hers!

He walked up to an old couple that were relaxing and enjoying the morning. “You guys need some drinks, eh?” He asked before turning around and mooning the couple.

“Well drinks are on me!” The woman’s face widen on horror. I mean if I didn’t know Ozzy my reactions might of been a little surprised too but, it’s Ozzy fuckin’ Osborne, nothing surprising about that.

“It’s like a piggy bank in there,” Ozzy said as he waggled a dollar bill in front of the woman.

Mock stifled a laugh as he came closer to them.

“I’ll take a refill!” Nikki shouted and Ozzy lifted up the dress.

“Ahh, gross” Tommy says as Mick once again but her lip to hold back a laugh.

Mick stood up from her chair, “I’m going to go see if Sharon needs some spare clothes,” She said before starting to walk away.

“Aww, you ain’t going to stay with your oncle Oz?” Ozzy asked her as he clumsily got up the life guard chair.

“No, thanks” She said making Ozzy laugh.

The band watched her walk out and when the courtyard and open the gate to get back in the hotel. When the gate slammed Ozzy asked.

“Do you plan on keeping her?”

“Mick? Yeah.” Nikki said. At first he wasn’t sure if he should gave it not. But her on stage presence made her stand out and was a hit for both the guys and the girls.

“Well, good. She’s going to take care of you guys,” Ozzy said repositioning could himself on his seat to face the band.

“What do you mean, Oz?” Tommy asked as he stepped closer to the lifeguard chair.

“I mean she’s going to look out for you guys. Women like her come in handy,” Ozzy explained back to them.

He had seen Mick spend some time with Sharon. She seemed like quite a nice girl when she wanted to be. He thought that she was going to be good for the band like Sharon was good for him.

Vince cocked his eyebrow before taking a drink. He never really thought of it that way but he was sure Ozzy was right about it.

Mick walked down the patterned carpet of the hotel as she went towards the Sharon’s room.

204, 205, 206.......207!

She knocked on the white door with the golden number.

“Come in!” She heard the British voice of Sharon’s through the door.

Mick opened the door and saw Sharon in instead of the yellow dress like Ozzy was wearing, it was a nice shade of brown.

“Hey, Sharon,” Mick said walking in the room.

“Oh, hi Mick,” Sharon said in a sweet voice walking over to her. “How are you?” She asked her.

“I’m good. I was wondering if you needed some spare cloths after, you know, Ozzy,”

Sharon laughed at the younger girls words. She placed a hand over her chest with a bright smile on her face.

“I mean, it had happened before,” she said with the same type of humour.

Mick smiled a sly smile but it quickly dropped. “I guess, I’ll leave you to it then,”

She turned around and stepped towards the door.

“Wait!” Sharon shouted out which made Mick turn.

“Yeah?” Mick asked placing both her hands together and listening to Sharon.

“Is there something that’s bothering you,” Sharon said sitting in her bed.

“No-“ “Dear, I can tell somethings wrong. Do you want someone to talk to, woman to woman,”

Mick sigh and sat down beside Sharon. “I’ve been stuck with these man-children for god knows how long and I’m just getting tired,”

Sharon nodded her head as she crossed her arms, “If it would help, you are not the first,”

Mick cocked her eyebrow up. What was Sharon talking about? She didn’t know of any female rockers at the present moment.

“Some worked behind the scenes and had to deal with the men for many years,” Sharon placed a hand on Mick’s.

“But I promise you, it’s worth it in the end,”

Mick nodded, “I hope you’re right,”

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The strip club was probably Vince’s favorite place to exists. Like what else? It was filled to the brim with girls on their underwear showing off their greatest assets. And taking them on for the night was most possibly his favorite part of the whole night.

But to the dismay to basically everyone in the band, the strip for some reason was closed. Something about a hammered guy breaking a few thing, bla bla bla.

So other options A: go home B: Go to the bar..........B by a fucking landslide.

It wasn’t exactly the strip but it was still nice. The bottles were stacked on a glass shelves with lights in the back.

The tables were smooth and polished wood with a fireplace in the middle of the restaurant that held a few sofas.

Most of the bar was made up if polished wood and decorations like stuffed bears and other things like that.

“Dude, who’s the chick,” Tommy said pointing over at a woman talking to the bar tender.

From what he can tell she was around her earlier twenties and had long black wavy hair.

She stood out by wearing a stripped red and black long blazer on a white buttoned up shirt that was tied up to just show a bit of her breasts where a necklace rested. She wore two belts one was thin and plain black that rested on her waist while the other one was thicker and had rings on it that were around her leather pants.

She also had a top hat with a ribbon wrapped around it and glasses on the ribbon. She reminded him of the mad hatter.

“Not sure, dude,” Nikki said as he wiped out his nose.

But boy was she hot.

The bartender was a young man in his early thirties. He was cleaning a glass and laughing at something the woman said.

She turned her head a little more that revealed features of her face he couldn’t see too clearly.

“What a beauty,” Nikki said once again leaning his head back.

“Alright, mate. I’ll see ya,” Her British accent rang through as she grabbed her drink that the bartender had poured earlier and walked towards their table.

She was still mildly smiling from the conversation between her and the bartender.

She seemed like she was just going to pass by so they didn’t think anything when she turned to look at them and quickly turn back. And then she stopped straight in her tracks and swiftly turned around. Her eyes held excitement.

“Mötley Crüe! You all alright?” She asked with a bright smile.

They didn’t reply. A bit quizzed. Did they know her? Was she some one night stand? A groupie?

Her face hit realization at the sudden silence. “Uh, Razzle. Hanoi Rocks,”

Their faces lit up and Tommy put his hand out.

“What’s up, man?” Tommy asked as she took his hand in hers.

“We’re touring the States for the first time, mate,” she said as she shook his hand.

“Great! Sit down, join us,” Vince told her as Tommy let her hand go with a bright smile.

Vince pulled out a chair and placed it beside him as she sat down and placed her drink on the table.

She gladly sat down while adjusting her coat.

Vince couldn’t help but stare at her. He thought that Razzle was a guy but turns out she was a girl. A pretty good looking girl if he was to say.

“So, didn’t know you were a chick,” Tommy told her as he grabbed another drink.

Mick punched his shoulder, “Dude, ow!” He said rubbing it making Razzle roll her eyes.

“Well, the world keeps up its surprises,” she said with a laugh.

They spent the probable next hour talking about how it was Razzle’s first time in the US. Tommy really wanted to show her around.

She talked about her band mates and how they were formed and about how she said she would kick their old drummer’s ass.

From what the band could tell she was good at making trouble. Not that they weren’t but she was a one man gang and seemed to have a lot of energy. It was no wonder why she was chosen as a drummer.

“And then,” She held back her laugh to her story and slammed her hand on the table.

“Bam! I trop this ghost in front of Mike and he’s fuckin’ terrified!”

The table burst out laughing at the woman’s story. Nikki threw his head back laughing a little too hard.

“No fucking way, dude,” Tommy said as he clapped his hands.

Vince had grown to like Razzle a lot in that one night. She was different, in a good way and no not only in the way she dressed but also just her personality in general. She was one of the coolest chick he had ever met.

Which is why the next time Hanoi Rocks came to California Vince hosted a party in honour of the band.

Razzle was sitting on one of Vince’s couches, smoking a cigarette while waiting for when he’d be ready to leave since he had promised her to go for a ride.

Mick went and sat down on the other couch beside Nikki. He let out a sigh as he sat down on the couch.

“You okay, Mick?” Tommy asked him as his eyes snapped up.

“My back hurts from carrying this band all tour,” Mick simply replied as he leaned back.

Razzle laughed, “Don’t you love this guy?” Tommy jokingly asked as Razzle laughed more.

“Raz! C’mon,” she heard Vince tell from the other side of the room before he went down the stairs.

“We’ll see you in a while, mate,” She said before getting off the couch and clumsily walking towards the stairs.

“Raz, you comin’” Vince said as she walked down the stairs.

“Twice already today, mate,” She said as she reached the bottom step with Sharise.

“We’ll be back in a while, mate ,” She said as she lightly nudged Sharise’s shoulder. “Or should I say Mate and Lass,” she said pointing to her stomach.

A smile cracked on her face, “Just don’t get too comfy,” She said as Razzle started walking down the steps.

“Don’t worry, He’s all yours,” Razzle said flipping around to face Sharise one last time.

She waved her goodbye and got in the red sports car that Vince promised her a ride on.

“Anyone seen Raz?” Andy walked in the room questioning where the girl had went.

Tommy didn’t know Andy as well as Razzle but she was an open book and a party girl. She told many stories on her hand and Andy was of course in some of them.

“Her and Vince went on a booze run, he told her that he would give her a ride earlier,” Tommy explained as Andy slowly nodded.

He had an odd feeling in the stomach. Normally, him, Sami or Mike would watch over her since her alcohol intake was pretty much one of a 200 pound man.

He couldn’t do much about the feeling so he ignored it and quickly told Mike and Sami.

And he prayed to the gods that Razzle wouldn’t fuck it up again.

“Alright, stop stalling,” Vince said to her after they got their booze from the liquor store.

“Who would you rather fuck, Cyndi Lauper or Boy George,” Vince asked, too drunk to think of the question.

“Aww, how about neither,” she said shaking her head in discuss.

“Nah, Man. You’ve got to pick one,” Vince said keeping his eyes on the road while making hand movements to his speech.

“Wha-” “You’ve got a gun your head. Fuck one or die. Which one is it going to be?” Vince interrupted.

“No, you know what? I’m having trouble accepting this premise,” She said in an unrealistic tone. “Under what circumstances would I find myself in such a situation?” She asked the singer.

“It’s a mystery you cockney fuck,” Vince said as Razzle rolled her eyes.

“It’s a mystery,” She repeated looking back on the road.

“You know, some random fucker trapped the three of you in a room,” Vince started again “And he’s demanding you fuck one of them.”

“What does this mysterious person benefit in my sexual humiliation?” She asked.

Vince shrugged, a bit ticked off that she wouldn’t answer the question.

“I don’t know man. But you’re definitely going to die if you dint fucking pick,”

Razzle leaned her head back as she thought through the option.

She shook her head and grinned, “On that case, I’d have to go with the Lauper. At least she has the proper canvas,” Vince laughed at her response.

She nudged her head to the side, “Hey, no. Georgie Boy he’s probably more experienced in baseline fucking a woman or not,” Vince laughed even harder not looking at the road.

“Hey! No, watch out!” She heard Razzle yell as she reached over and grabbed the wheel.

“What the fuck!?” Vince screamed through as a car crashed in to them knocking him out.

“Jesus Christ, you way a fucking tone,” Vince started to blink out of his sleep.

His back was being dragged on concrete. His head was beating hard and blood was pouring down his nose.

‘What the fuck is going on?’ He asked himself.

Wait, was Razzle dragging him?

‘Oh, god. I’m so fucking tired.’ Vince eyes that were slightly open were now completely closed as he fell back in a deep sleep.

“Vince? Vince wake up!” Vince slowly blinked back awake.

There were lights shinning in his eyes. He covered up his face.

“What?” He asked the voice not knowing exactly who it was.

That’s when everything came back to him. The party. The car. The accident..... Razzle.

He shot up with a gasp of air, making Andy, Tommy and Nasty jump back.

“What’s going on? What happened? Where’s Razzle?”

“We thought you would know,” Nasty replied as he reached behind him to reveal a black tip hat with a red ribbon around it. “This is all we found,” Andy said as Nasty held the hat.

Vince shrugged as regret washed over him. Andy, Nasty and Tommy shared a look.

“Here Vince,” Tommy said helping him up. “Let’s get you to a hospital,”

Andy and Tommy tried to get his arms over their shoulder but Vince pulled away.

“No, I need to find Razzle. It’s my fucking fault,” Tommy shook his head.

“Dude, your fucking bleeding,”

Vince lowered his head. He hated to admit it but Tommy was right. He had bled so much and could barely walk by himself.

“I’ll call up the rest of the guys to find her,” Nasty said walking over to a phone booth.

He really hoped that she was okay, if not he’d be damned.

Nikki, Tom, Mick, Mike, Andy, Sami and Nasty were now all looking for Razzle. Tommy had brought Vince to the hospital while the rest split in groups.

Mick and Tom went on the car, Sami, Mike and Andy search the buildings and Nikki and Nasty look through the streets.

Nikki and Nasty had been walking down a long side walk near a few shops and boutiques that were now closed due to the time.

For Nikki it was weird being alone with Nasty since they barely knew each other but Nasty had seemed driven to find her so it kind of helped.

As the they continued to walk forward a road in front of them became visible. Behind the road was a fence and behind the fence was beach water.

Nikki started to walk in front of Nasty and turned backwards. “Looks like a dead end let’s hea- WOAH”

Nikki stumbled back and fell down on the sidewalk. Landing right on his elbows as he let out a hiss.

“What the fuck did you fall for?” Nasty asked Nikki as he started getting up.

“I tripped, you fucker. What are you doing,” Nikki asked Nasty as he stated at the pavement.

Nikki looked down at what he tripped on. It was a black height top converse but only one laid on the ground.

“This is Raz’s” Nasty said picking up the shoe.

“So since I tripped on one of her shoes, it means she’s probably around,” Nikki said getting up from the sidewalk.

“She just walked out of a car crash, I mean she’s tough but not that tough,” Nasty said as the sidewalk led down through an old and wet alleyway covered with graffiti.

They both took a glance at each other before Nikki shrugged and said “Might as well,” with Nasty following suite.

As the alley became darker a shape came into form. A feminine shape. One shoe missing and a long blazer. The final nail in the coffin was the black hair.

“Raz!” Nasty started shouting towards her but she kept on walking.

He started to run towards her with Nikki following suite.

“Raz,” Nasty shouted one last time before yelling out, “Nick!!”

Still nothing.

Nasty ran further and stopped behind her where he tapped her shoulder. “Razzle, Nicole are you alright?”

The woman stopped in her tracks. “Nasty?” She asked as she lightly turned her head to the right.

“Yeah, it’s me!” Nasty said with a smile on his face, happy to see her walking and well.

But in the background Nikki had a different feeling. How is she just walking? She should be at least a bit tired. But something else bothered him in his head.

“Nasty, I’ve been looking for you guys everywhere and I just couldn’t find my way back,” She said in an odd voice.

“I’m just happy you’re alright,” Nasty said but he spoke too soon.

She turned around completely, he expected to see her young beautiful face but what revealed was near out of a horror movie.

The top left side of her head was completely wet with blood making it damp and stick to her skull. Her forehead had marks of little glass pieces that were lightly bleeding and a giant gash in her cheek. Both her nose and ear were bleeding. The left side didn’t seem to have its naive tint anymore, it was either dried of moist blood.

Nikki and Nasty’s jaws dropped when they saw her face.

“What?” She asked with a disapproval on her face.

“Are you sure you’re all right?” Nikki asked her, stepping closer.

Razzle’s lips parted as her iris’ moved down. “I don’t- I don’t k-know. I’ve been trying to find my way back,” her voice started to crack.

“After I pulled V-Vince out and all I’ve w-wanted to do is cry b-but,” Tears streamed down her face.

“Hey, sh. Why don’t we get you back them,” Nasty said at her sudden mood swing as he put her arms around his shoulder and scooped up her legs.

Nasty walked out of the alleyway and Nikki followers him out.

Nasty had carried her up to a phone booth were Nikki had called the rest of the guys. Mick and Tom picked him up and Sami, Mike and Andy met up with them at the hospital.

The nurse was dumbfounded when she saw nasty carrying Razzle and quickly got her in a bed.

Razzle insisted that Nasty came with her since the rest of the guys weren’t there yet.

The nurse had instructed him to stay with her and made sure she was calm.

‘Yeah, try telling that to a woman that’s high as a fuckin’ cloud and has major undiagnosed ADHD who’s madder than a hatter,’ he thought to himself.

He sat in the hospital room with her as he waited for the doctor to come back with everything she needed to stitch her back up.

He looked up from his lap to the woman in the bed next to him. They had placed a chair for him since she requested it or more like demanded it.

He didn’t really understand how she was just walking around with absolutely no worries with her head gashed opened.

He chuckle at this. She always found a way to joke no matter what, even when her life was hanging of the edge.

“Na-Nasty,” He lifted his head to the hospital bed in front of him.

“W-what are they going to do?” She asked.

“I don’t know,” he said placing a hand on the right side of her head.

Her glassy eyes gave a roll and her arms crossed, “Well, I better get out of here soon. I’ve got a whole tour to play!”

Nasty laughed at her and stared at her for a while with a smile on his face.

“Watcha looking at?” She asked the guitarist with a jokingly suspicious look on her face.

“An angel,” he said before chuckling a little, “Don’t you mean a Mad Hatter?” She replied joke fully.

“Nah, an angel,” he said before leaning down to kiss her.

Something he’s wanted to do ever since he had met her. It took her a few seconds to realize what was going on but when she did she gave it right back to him.

He pulled back away a little too soon for her liking. “What the fuck did you do that for?” She asked.

“Where in a hospital, Dear. Let’s wait a little while longer, then we can have all the fun we want,” Nasty told her.

Razzle smiled brightly at that.

“Aww, ain’t that cute,”

“MICHAEL MONORE, I WILL KICK YOUR FUCKING ASS! YOU HEAR ME!!”

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Giggles erupted from the dressing room as C.C. got ready for tonight’s show. She tried her very best to ignore the girly giggles as she turned to knobs to tune her guitar while sitting in one of the crates in the hallway.

“Oh, Bret!” The voice said again in that high pitched tone.

She swore to God that if she didn’t have a job that required her to be well balanced she would’ve had smashed her head in the brick wall.

And you may be wondering why she couldn’t simply go to another crate or a different hallway.

Well in a nutshell, they had a show in like literally 7 fucking minutes and dear old Bret just had to fuck someone before the show while Bobby and Rikki went to get water bottles for the show.

‘Why didn’t I go with them?’ She thought to herself as she placed the guitar down and held her face on her hand while her elbow rested on her knees.

“Hey, C.C.” Oh thank God.

“Have you seen Bret anywhere?”Bobby asked propping himself beside her while handing her a bottle of water while taking a sip out of his own.

Rikiki followed behind him sitting on the other side of C.C.

The blonde woman simply pointed towards the wall were another moan erupted from.

“Does that give you enough hints?” She asked in a snarky voice.

“Yeah, sums it up pretty good,” Rikki said as he turned back to look at Bobby and C.C.

The door bursts open as a tipsy blonde groupie walks out with Bret following behind.

Her hot pink dress was low cut and tight on the legs with black leopard prints. The sleeve in her shoulder was falling off while one of her earrings were missing and seemed like she could barely even walk in the big glittery black hell’s she was wearing.

‘Surprise, surprise’ C.C. Thought to herself while rolling her eyes.

The groupie stumbled back into Bret as he turned her around and held her hips. “I’ll see you tonight,” he said, winking at her as she let out another giggle and walked away.

Bret smiled and shook his head in amusement as he wrapped his arm around C.C.’s shoulder and the other around Rikki.

“Are ya’ll ready for the show?” Bret asked them with a bright smile.

Instead of replying C.C. Threw his arm off of her shoulders, grabbed her guitars and walked towards the stage where thousands of fans were screaming for the band.

Bret turned to look at Bobby and Rikki. “Did I say something?” Bret asked them.

C.C. Now for a few weeks had seemed off. She was still all fun and stuff but she didn’t seem to enjoy being around the guys anymore and never really hung out with them anymore.

She always left the show with them but at the end of the day she always went off and did their own thing.

They had offered her many times but she always denied the offer.

It worried Bret since their friendship had always meant much to him and their chemistry made their showmanship so much better.

But it had died down.

Bobby nudge his shoulder, “Nah, she’s just feeling a little bit off, I’m sure the old C.C. Will come back,”

Bobby walked off and Rikki followed him, giving Bret a pat in the back with a small smile.

Bret returned the smile and followed the rest of his band to the stage where they would set off one of the best shows these people have ever seen.

“That was awesome, dude,” Rikki high fives Bobby as they walked off the stage and in the backstage area with C.C. Leading them in front.

“And you know what that means?” Bobby teased with a smirk on his face.

“It means we gonna go PARTY!” Bret said going in between them as he wrapped both arms around their shoulders.

Bobby, Rikki and Bret all laughed in union but it quickly died down when they saw that C.C. Had turned to face them and crossed her arms with a depressing look.

“Hey, hey, hey. C.C. You can come with us. We really would love your company. And it’s been a while, you know.” Bret said stepping in front as Bobby and Rikki nodded at his statement.

“Nah, I’m good. Y’all have fun,” She said turning around and trying to walk away but Bret grabbed her wrist before she could leave.

She whipped around and looked at Bret with his hand tied around her wrist.

“We’ll leave you two to it,” Rikki quickly said as he left the hall with Bobby.

“C.C., you know we’re friends, right?” Bret asked her when he saw no one was in the hallway to interrupt.

“Sure,”

“And you can talk to us about anything, right?” Bret asked her once again.

“Where’s this going, Michaels?” She asked swooping his hand away and placing her own on her hips.

Bret scratched the back of his head. “Well, I don’t know. You just don’t seem like you,” Bret motioned his hands towards her as if it was a display.

“You never do anything anymore! You play through a show and sure, you have fun but after that we ask you all the time, ‘Do you want to go to the club’ or ‘Hey Wanna go out’ and then you disappear and we don’t see you until, what? 2-3 hours before the show.” Bret blurted out to his guitarist.

C.C. Had a baffled look in her face and was speechless for quite a few seconds before she through her arms up, “Um, what?”

Bret scoffed, “You know what I’m talking about C.C.

“Can’t I just take a break from partying every night?!” C.C. Said back.

“Yeah, but there’s a difference between missing out a few times because your tired and completely outright avoiding us!” Bret shot back at her.

“I’m not avoiding you! I spend every single night with you!”

“And if it wasn’t for our job, what would you do then, huh?”

“I don’t know, okay. Leave me the fuck alone,” C.C. Finished before bumping his shoulder while leaving him alone in the hallway.

The next night was pretty awkward for the band. C.C. And Bret didn’t talk to each other the whole day while Bobby and Rikki made a few attempts to fix the problem but C.C. And Bret wouldn’t even say a word.

Rikki soon had just about enough of the situation and decided to go talk to Bret about it.

He had walked up to Brets dressing room and knocked on the door.

“Come in!” Bret said from the other side of the door as Rikki came in.

Bret looked behind him from the red couch he was sitting on with a guitar in his lap.

When he saw that it was Rikki a smile came in his face. He placed the guitar beside him in the couch and got up.

“Hey, Rikki! How’s it going?” Bret asked hooping over the couch and greeting Rikki at the door.

“Well, I’m doing good but you know, not everyone is,” Rikki explained to Bret as he rolled his eyes.

“This is about C.C., huh?” Bret said crossing his arms.

Rikki through his hands up in the air, “Okay look! What the hell did you guys say to each other that made you stop talking? Like your best friends one day and now you won’t even talk to her!”

“It’s called karma,” Bret told Rikki as he walked where a bottle of rum and two glasses were sitting and waiting to be poured.

“What?” Rikki asked, confused over what C.C. Had done that was just so bad to the point where Bret wouldn’t talk to her anymore.

“Payback, she avoids and doesn’t talk to us, we do the same,” Bret explained as he downed the rim he had poured in his glass earlier.

“You’re ignoring C.C. Because she didn’t come to the clubs with us a few times?” Rikki said with disbelief painted all over his voice.

“Yeah,”

Rikki could’ve slapped Bret at the moment, “Dude ever stopped to think that she gets uncomfortable at strip clubs and bars?”

Now it was Bret’s turn to not understand what was being said to him. “No, not really,”

“Yeah well in case you didn’t know C.C. Is a woman and a prideful one. You think she liked seeing strippers all the time while she could be with other girls who aren’t dancing around half naked to get fucked,”

“N-no,” Bret suddenly felt terrible. Most of the times he was way too intoxicated and horny to ever think about what C.C. Was thinking, and no matter how much C.C. Acted like a guy did not mean strippers were her favorite thing to do.

“I’m not telling you to stop going to strip clubs, I’m just saying look at it from C.C.‘a point of view,” Rikki said patting Bret’s back in a friendly manner.

The singer nodded his head. But the feeling in his stomach never left, not when Rikki left the room, not when he went to play in stage, but even when every woman in the building was screaming his name.

It was pretty much his fault that he was losing his friendship with C.C. And of that relationship ever died because of a simple line in the sand like that he would never forgive himself.

After the show was over he chased after her and quickly stepped in front of her. She was clearly tired with seat running down her forehead and was clearly out of breath.

“Bret, what do you want?” She said closing her eyes in annoyance with a hand on her hip.

“C.C. Please just take at least 2 minutes to listen, okay?” C.C. Shrugged.

“Alright.”

“Look, I know that I was being a douchebag and a terrible bandmate. I had no idea it made you uncomfortable and I’m terribly so-“

C.C. Put a hand over his mouth which made him stop his blabbering.

“Bret, you don’t have to apologize,” she sigh herself and she offered herself and him a seat on one of the crates beside them.

They both hoped on the crates as C.C. Continued on.

“I talked to Bobby earlier and I’m guessing you talked to Rikki,” Bret nodded.

“And Bobby told me that you probably didn’t know what you were doing, ever and I’m sorry..... for being a terrible band mate.”

She chuckled to herself, “You remember when I first walked in the studio for the audition,”

“Yep,” Bret said recalling the memory like it was yesterday.

“God, I thought I was going to explode from shaking so much.” She said grabbing her hair with both of her hands.

Bret laughed, “You weren’t so bad, you made it into the band so that’s a plus!” They both laughed.

“It was also the first time I thought you weren’t such a bad person,” C.C. Admired as Bret pulled a jokingly offended face.

“No but really, that day kind of saved my life,” she said looking a Bret.

“I guess it did,” Bret said as he smiled at her.

“Ya’ll comin’ or what?!” Bobby yelled through the hallway.

Bret and C.C. Looked back at each other once more.

“Wanna come? It’ll be fun.”

“Why not?”