She giggled off his hand through her hair, then half attempted to fix it up while she buzzed within.
What fun was it to go to shows and not have the adrenaline racing? Sure, she’d have a hell of a lot of fresh bruises to tend to once the night was over, but it was all part of the life she wanted to lead. Also, she might have had a bump or two of something to help get that adrenaline rush. Hell, she partied with Skid Row and Crüe, it was almost impossible to hang with those guys and stay clean and just as hard to stay levelheaded. So, the crazy shit was her normal at this point.
“Oh, babe… I haven’t done worse, but I’ve seen worse.” Lips were smacked while she fished around her small bag for her iconic plum coloured lipstick. “Sure we can share some fucking ace tour stories, yeah?”
“ oh, honey - like you wouldn’t fucking believe. ”
it’s not the first time he’s pitched into some major bullshit to make somebody like him; it might, however, be the first time there was any truth to it. you can tell he’s about to launch into The Tale because he leans forward, right into her space – snatching the lipstick out of her hand just to apply it to himself. pops his lips, swivels upwards, hand rolling on his wrist as he stammers into the first syllable: i-i-i-i-i – ….
“ iiiii was openin’ for The Stranglers, once - back
when punk was still a big part’a my brand. ‘n this
fuckin guy near the front kept spittin’ onstage at
them, cause he didn’t get the memo that that shit
just ain’t cool no more. yadda yadda, roadie sne-
-aks off ‘cause he can see Hugh’s getting pissed
‘bout the greasy greens litterin’ his shoes, comes
back with a banana, ‘n the crowd starts screamin
‘SHOVE IT UP HIS ASS!! SHOVE IT UP HIS F–
–AT FUCKIN’ ASS!!!’ … ‘n you know what they
did, J? ”
rubs his hand on his knee, real fast, then blows on his fingers like a smoking gun. gren’s grinning like an idiot. stars in his eyes. he claps his heel on the ground, tosses his arm out to the side, and announces:
“ bent that fucker over ‘n shoved it up his ass. ”