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Duran Duran, 1981

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~ Sleazy Sugar ~ 5 - A Bass Beating

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Pairing: Nikki Sixx x Layla Krane (OC)

Warnings: 18+, language, violence

Word Count: 2.1K+

“After that, me and Janice went out for some wine tasting with a few of our old college buddies before going back to their place to play some games. It was a great night, but man, I can only do that every now and then, I am so tired today let me tell you! Anyways, enough about my crazy night, how was yours?”

I hadn’t noticed I had checked out of this conversation before the silence after Brian was done talking went on a little too long and I had to say something before it was clear that I didn’t care at all what he said. “Oh, just did some studying for a test coming up, that’s it.” Brian smiled and nodded, taking a sip from his coffee before giving his goodbye exchanges and heading back to his desk.

Every interaction since meeting the guys with Kayla that has been with people in my so called “normal” life, has been so boring and dull, I have never felt so annoyed in my life by the things I used to find fulfilling. I wasn’t sure why I was feeling that way, but I pegged it down to feeling like I wanted to taste more of that freedom and absolute craziness I felt around them, around that atmosphere, as much as I would hate to admit that to anyone, especially Kayla who would rejoice in the fact that she was right and that I needed to get away and try another style of living.

Maybe I really did like the feeling of being able to be anyone I wanted when I was in an environment where no one had any preconceived notions of me. If I acted that way here the way I did with them, my friends and colleagues now would be worried, thrown off, and probably judge me hard. But there, it was accepted to be whatever you wanted. It didn’t matter in that world.

Coming home one night, dropping my books from school and work items on my bed, I stared at them with disdain. All I did was work and work and never have any fun, while Kayla worked and had school just like me, but had the time of her life. I wasn’t sure how she did that, but if she could do it, why couldn’t I? Throwing on the leather pants I found at the thrift store, a tight red tee, and a pair of black heeled boots, I made my way into the night to the place I knew would lead to that vibe I wanted and started to crave. It was my first time going solo, even though I was sure Kayla would be there, I was showing up with no one. Without her pass, I wasn’t sure how it would go, but I was determined to find out.

Walking up to the front, the guard had recognized me, but stopped me still. “Where is Miss Anderson?” I looked at him nervously, playing with my purse strap and trying to look as convincing as possible. “She is not with me sir, but I am sure she would vouch for me.” It was an awkward exchange as we stared at each other, as I could tell he was trying to make his mind up. I glanced as his name badge, before batting my eyes with a smile. “Come on Marco, just this once? I’ll try to not come again without her.” I had never tried to use my looks to get anywhere before, but I was pleasantly surprised as he sighed defeatedly and stepped the side, motioning me. “Just go in.” I said my thanks, blowing a kiss as I stepped into the club before cocking my head at my own self. “Why did I do that?” I whispered to myself, but laughed as I walked in further into the club. That felt good, being a flirt had never worked before, but man, it was a great feeling when it did. I can see why Kayla does it now.

I made myself home at the bar while I waited for the boys to come on, sipping on a Moscow Mule and scanning the place people watching. Now I probably could of walked to the back, found the guys and Kayla, who I’m sure was with them, but that just felt weird. I didn’t know them well enough to feel like I could just do that, after only meeting them a few times, I couldn't claim that status as a friend to do that, even though I’m sure Nikki would find no qualms to it. I would wait like everyone else.

“Are you here for anyone in particular or just to be gorgeous?” A man’s voice pulled me away from my thoughts and as I looked at him to the left of me at the bar, I could tell he was at least a couple drinks in by the slur in his voice the sway of his body as he held himself up by the bar. “I’m here to watch Motley, that’s about it.” I said, taking another sip of my Mule, but his sick grin sent nausea to my core. You can just feel certain things from people, and I didn’t feel a good one from him. “Well, maybe we can have a dance during the show then?” I didn’t know how to react, and thank god I was saved by the music as the sound of a guitar being plugged in drowned the sound out of the club. “We are Motley Crue! Let’s have a good night Los Angeles, we are Public Enemy Number One!” I was saved by the music as I made my escape, going into the dance floor and grooving to the music. Here, no one knew me and I could just dance and have fun, and I loved feeling lost in myself as we all danced to the music together.

I felt alive. Their music sent electricity through my veins and brought alive something in me I had never felt before. I just wanted to fucking live.

As I stared up at the stage, I saw four guys who were trying to make it, who were braver than I could ever be, and when I looked at Nikki, I could not deny the presence that man created. Controlling his bass and shifting back and forth in his mile high boots, his black hair surrounding him and flowing as he rocked, I felt electricity shoot through me just looking at him. Song after song, the crowd only got more excited, Vince singing his lungs out, Mick wailing on his guitar, Tommy beating the life out of his drums, and Nikki commanding with his bass, this was living.

I was having the time of my life, until I felt a pair of hands around me, pulling me close to a body I was not familiar with. As I struggled to look back, I could tell it was the man I had briefly spoken with earlier, now intoxicated much more than before. “Get the fuck off me.” I struggled to pull one hand away from my waist, but he only pulled me harder back into him. “Come on relax, dance with me beautiful.” he whispered into my ear and I shifted my head away immediately, looking at his darkened eyes. “I don’t want to dance with you, let me go!” I stated louder, squirming in his grip and I could tell this was angering him. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to make you stop, do you fucking hear me.” He grabbed my chin as he turned me to face him, caressing my cheek with his thumb and I felt sick. “A girl like you, looking like this, what did you expect?” He spat as he grabbed my ass hard, tears brimming in my eyes as I pushed hard against his chest and sent a slap to his face. His eyes filled with a darkness as the sting of my slap registered with him, and all I could remember was the feeling of a fist colliding with my face, sending me down to the ground instantly before it turned into a blur. I was lost in the panic as I felt the cold floor beneath me, a raging thump in my head and I let my eyes win as they closed to black.

It felt like it was just moments between the close to darkness to when I came to, but my first indicator that time had passed, was the silence that I awoke to, there was no way I could be in the rowdy Whiskey anymore. My eyes opened, blinking a few times to clear my view to register the dark room I realized I was now in. I sat up, the bed creaking beneath me as I shifted up, my head pounding and immediately grabbing my head in pain. “What the hell happened?” “I fucking busted my bass over a dick’s head, that’s what happened.” I whipped my head around to meet the voice, and immediately realized that was a mistake as I grabbed my face in pain. “Try not to hurt yourself anymore there sugar.” Nikki’s voice filled my ears as I settled, finally finding him in my sights as he stood in the doorway, a water bottle in tow. “All I remember is slapping a guy and getting punched and that was it.” I groaned, grabbing the bottle and taking a sip. The bed creaked again as Nikki took a seat next to me, his eyes glancing at my face with concern. “Yeah you were out, I had Mick drag you away from the commotion as Me, Vince, and Tommy beat the shit out of the dick before he got dragged out by security. Fucking deserves him right beating on a chick like that.” I could sense the anger in his voice and as surprised and shocked as I felt going through these events, I felt a sense of relief knowing the man had paid for grabbing me.

“You must of gotten to him immediately after I dropped, how did you see it so quick?” I asked, rubbing my face where he had hit me, damn this was going to hurt even worse tomorrow. “As soon as we got on stage, I saw you. I was watching you the whole set and watched as that man started to grab you, I was ready to go and as soon as I saw you slap him, it was on. It gave me a reason to smash my bass over someones head, I’m just sorry it happened to you.” I could sense the somber in his voice and I couldn’t deny that I was surprised.

“You really saw me the whole time? God, thats embarrassing, you saw my horrid dancing.” I chuckled, taking another sip. He lips curved into a smile, “I mean it’s hard to not see you, have you seen you?” I looked at him with disbelief, was this the same man I had met those other times, but I let my disbelief wane away as I settled into comfort just knowing he had been there to save me from whatever else might of happened. “Well geez, you’re awfully nice for someone who got walked out on.” I chuckled, I really thought he was going to be more pissed. “I mean, it sucked yeah, but I got over it. If you didn't want to be around me, you could of said that though, I know I’m a little scary.” He stuck his tongue out and made devil horns with his fingers above his lifted black hair, hissing and I couldn’t contain my laughter, pushing my hand against his check back as he fell back on the bed, letting a laugh overtake him as well. I let myself fall and meet him by his side on the bed, staring at his ceiling. “Well, regardless, I’m happy you saw me and beat your bass against that man’s dumb fucking head.” I poked at him as I said it, him shifting his head at me. “Would of you had been happy if I saw you and came up to you if it had not been for me saving your sorry butt?” He smirked and I shook my head, would I had been?

“Yeah, I would of been.” He stared into my eyes for a moment before turning his head back, clasping his hands together on his chest. “I hope you know you’re staying tonight, he clocked you good, you need sleep, even if it is in this nasty old bed.” I closed my eyes and accepted it. Out of all the possibilities I had thought of his morning on how this night had ended, sleeping on Nikki Sixx’s bed with a socked face was not one of them.

Yet, I was kinda glad it did happen though, in some weird, way. That night I slept better than I’ve slept many other nights.

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