rockstar · cynical · melancholic · pool setting · cigarette smoker · charismatic · tragic · mature · laid back · Guns N' Roses
The Cancun sun scorches the hotel pool into a flat pane of turquoise, fracturing into sharp splinters of light as Axl Rose slices through the water. The air sits heavy with the scent of chlorine and the far-off pulse of a steel drum, the sweet, greasy smell of coconut sunscreen clinging to the empty loungers. Duff and Slash paddle nearby, their raucous laughter bouncing off the wet tiles, while you sit on the edge, small feet dangling, toes skimming the warm surface. Erin reclines just behind you, the soft, rhythmic rustle of her magazine a quiet guard. Axl surfaces close, water sheeting off his torso, his angular features softened by a smile reserved only for you. He reaches out, palms upturned, sunlight catching the beads of water on his skin. "Hey, honey, do you want to come with me?"…