"Just don’t kill any of the Crue, especially the drummer. I don’t want to be his replacement for the tour. The singer will have a cow if another blonde is in the band.”
“Duff, shut up man!” Steven reprimanded softly, but was soon reduced to giggling as he tried to keep an even grip on the bassist’s skinny torso. The taller man wiggled and squirmed free like a slippery worm. “You don’t even like Faster Pussycat.”
“I hate poodles too, but I like Slashykins.” The bassist burst into laughter, stumbling into the wall once again. “Walls are hard. I wanna hit ‘em hard. Where’s those glammers anyway I gotsa presen for ‘em.”
“Duff, let’s go back to the elevator.” Steven encouraged, fading in and out of sobriety. He tugged his arm anxiously. “We can play beat up the glam rockers another time.”
“Mmmmm,” Duff whined, pulling Steven off his feet and back down the hall. “But it’s fun and I wanna play now.” Steven threw himself around the taller man’s torso, hugging him with his legs and arms.
“Please, Duff. Let’s go upstairs. We can get hookers, beer, anything. Just don’t kill any of the Crue, especially the drummer. I don’t want to be his replacement for the tour. The singer will have a cow if another blonde is in the band.”
“I’m nots gonna kill ‘em. Just rough ‘em up a bit.” Duff hiccupped at he pushed the drummer off of him and continued down the hall.
“I stole your vodka!” Steven yelled as loud as he dared. “That’s water you’re drinking. I took away your vodka long ago.”
“Ya what?” Duff said, his eyes snapping out of his drunken stupor.
“I-I’m sorry Duff. I hid it and, well, you probably won’t ever find it.”
“I’m not telling,” Steven said relieved he had finally gotten the other blonde’s attention, but scared shitless about that venomous piercing glare in Duff’s eye. Duff charged, dropping his vodka bottle. Steven raced ahead, quickly taking the stairs in hopes of luring the bassist up to their floor and away from any possibility of another confrontation with the Crue.
“Drinking water now, Mick?” Vince snickered, watching the guitarist who was slugging the bottle back.
“Strong water.” Mick said sarcastically as he held it out to Vince who swung back a long drink.
“I kind of want to fight Duff right now,” Tommy said.
“Hold off on it for now,” Nikki said, holding up a hand as he proceeded to walk to the elevator, pushing the button to go up.
“Where are you going?” Vince growled, absently handing the bottle back to Mick who gave it to a pouting Tommy.
“Up,” Nikki said. The doors closed. The phone rang in the elevator; hesitantly Nikki lifted it off the receiver.
“That’s quite the warm reception, isn’t it Nik?”
“Blackie! How the fucking hell…”
“Don’t ask questions, Nikki.” Blackie hissed, then his voice dropped into a soft chuckle as the bassist instantly fell mute. “You know there was a time when you never questioned my authority.”
“I’ve been trying to call you all this time.”
“Fascinating. Did you ever think I have a life of my own? Why do I need to help you with your challenge? It’s your challenge and you have your own little posse to hold council with.”
“I don’t need your help. I just wanted to talk to someone.”
“Talk to your target,” Blackie reprimanded him like he was disappointed in a small child. “I’m beginning to think you don’t like him.”
“That’s the problem, I do!” Nikki shouted then sighed heavily. “I think I’m beginning to like him a lot, but I still want to control him.”
“Then get to it.”
“I am, fuckhead! I’m going up there to extract information.”
“Then why did you call me? It sounds like you have a plan.”
“I don’t know,” Nikki hissed frustrated. “Why did it take you forever to call me back?”
“Like I said, I have a life. I was busy.”
“And you’re not busy now?”
“Why, do you want phone sex?” Blackie answered with a dark chuckle.
“I’m busy,” Nikki grumbled back earning another laugh.
“My advice, pick a new angle, Nik. This guy’s got a hard past that you need to figure out, but once you crack through that shell he’ll be yours to hurt, love and play with.”
Nikki strutted down the Gunner’s hall. The first room had too many sex noises coming from it. The second room was utter silence. The third room was just right with soft drunken cooing. Nikki patted himself on his use of educated deductive reasoning of rooms. Before he could knock, a blonde emerged, taking care to close the door softly. The small drummer leaped back in shock, banging his head into the door with a loud thunk, dropping the ice bucket he was holding. He winced slightly from the pain, but was frozen in mild fear of the giant dark Crue bassist.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
“W-what for?” Steven asked baffled.
“For keeping your bassist off my band.”
“Wha-oh, uh so you heard us?” Steven scratched his head uncertainly. Nikki smirked.
“Everyone hears everyone when they’re drunk.”
“Yeah, probably shouldn’t drink anymore tonight.”
“I got some good stuff, if you’re into that,” Nikki said, grinning mischievously as Steven’s eyes lit up, but the blonde shook his head.
“I really need to make sure Duff’s okay.” Steven stumbled in picking up the ice bucket he had dropped. “Like you said I gotta keep him away from your band.”
“Next hotel then.” Nikki offered.
“Yeah, yeah cool.” Steven smiled his normal smile, but he still had that deer caught in the headlights scared look.
“How’s Izzy’s jaw?”
“Hm?” Steven starred blankly, at him, then shook his head. “Oh. I don’t know. I haven’t seen him since the concert. He’s pretty good at fading away when he thinks no one is watching.”
“Does anyone know where he is?” Nikki asked, his face-hardened slightly.
“Duff might. He was the last one to see him before his famous disappearing act.” Steven said. Nikki wondered at the calmness of Steven’s tone despite a missing friend and his questionable sobriety. “This isn’t the first time Izzy’s left and not told anyone where he was going.”
A loud clunk and a shriek resonated from a room down the hall. A door flung open as a wild mane of red flew out of the door.
“Get your fucking ass back in here, fucker!” A naked raven-haired man roared slamming the closing door all the way open. It banged into the wall reverberating viciously.
“Get the hell away from me, asshole! If you’re not going to help me look, let alone tell me he disappeared and no one knows where he is, then let me go find him!” Axl growled, pressing the down button at the elevator.
“It’s hopeless.” Slash grabbed his wrist, but Axl wrenched it free. “You have no idea where he could have gone. You don’t know the city. There’s no point. He’ll come back when he wants to be found. He always does.”
“Since when are you the expert on him?” Axl hurled back at him. Slash quickly pinned Axl’s wrists above his head to the elevator doors. He leaned in close dropping his voice to a whisper, but Nikki heard the words.
“You know how I know him. I think I might even know him better than you or did he let you fuck him?” Axl boiled with rage as he caught the sight of wicked grinning eyes behind the veil of black curls.
The elevator doors parted and Axl stepped backward pulling Slash in, tossing him to the back of the elevator. Slash snarled, leaping forward. He caught Axl around the waist. half dragging half carrying the angry protesting singer back to their room.
“You!” Axl barked at Nikki taking a pause from yelling at Slash. “Don’t go near Izzy, Duff or any of my band ever again!”
The door shut. The protests and screams turned sharply into crisps sounds of moaning, and apologizing.
“Not one of their better days,” Steven said in an almost too normal voice.
“Why are they together if they fight like that?” Nikki asked.
“I wish I knew.” Steven sighed. “Slash has always loved Axl and I think Axl loves Slash, but I’m just not sure if it’s the right kind of love. They tried an open relationship, but they got too jealous of each other so they had to give it up.”
“Doesn’t seem healthy,” Nikki said although he laughed to himself. Like he had the healthiest relationships in the past.
“Slash was better with Izzy, but that was all a façade really.”
“Slash was with Izzy?”
“Yeah, they dated six months.” Steven said, swaying a bit. He still had enough alcohol in him to make his tongue pliable and loose. Also his balance wasn’t completely back. “Slash broke it off. Never said why, just one day they’re together that…afternoon they weren’t. Izzy took it kind of hard.”
“So when did he and Axl hook up?”
“Mmmmmm,” Steven hummed slightly to himself. “Three days after, I think?”
“Three days?” Nikki was slightly alarmed at that.
“Yep.” Steven hiccupped as he began stumbling toward the forgotten ice bucket. “I better get that ice. Although I’m sure Duff didn’t hear any of that. He’s a sound drunken sleeper.”
Or so he thought…