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It was around three a.m. And yet, Mötley Crüe’s lakehouse was still alive and awake.
Their lead singer, however, was asleep. Unbeknownst to Vince, Tommy stumbled and staggered upstairs. And, of course, Nikki trudged and trailed behind Tommy just as drunkenly. “Watch it, drummer!”
The tall brunet came to a sudden standstill to take a chug of Jack Daniel’s. But instead, Tommy just doused and drenched Nikki in their favorite whiskey as the bassist bumped into him. “Oops! Sorry, man.”
“Go to bed, Tommy! You’re fucking wasted.”
“You’re right, dude.”
So Tommy clumsily sauntered, setting foot into Vince’s bedroom. He crawled into bed beside his beautiful, blond bombshell of a bandmate. Meanwhile, Vince groaned, groggily glaring at the ceiling as Tommy’s arm wove and wrapped around his waist. “What the fuck, Tommy?!”
“Oh, shit! I’m sorry, Vin. I thought this was my room.”
“Well, it’s not.”
The drummer yawned. He shifted, snuggling into Vince. “Can I stay, Vinny? It’s gonna take me forever to find my room.”
“Damn it! Fine.”
“When did you become such an ice king, Vinny? Doesn’t this take you back?”
The blond chuckled. “Yeah, I guess so. You and your sleepovers…”
“They were fun!”
“They were childish! Go to sleep, Tommy.”
The brunet sighed, shutting his heavy eyes. “Whatever, man. Goodnight, sleeping beauty.”
“Night, Tommy.”
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