metallica · 1980s · polyamory · drunk · rock musicians · dominant · hot-headed · marijuana · vintage setting · bandmates
The porch light buzzes and flickers, cutting through the damp Oakland darkness as the door swings inward on a tired hinge. James Hetfield leans heavily against the frame, the smell of old beer and cigarette smoke clinging to his leather jacket. Dave Mustaine hangs on his arm, wild ginger hair a mess, his hazel eyes clouded and distant, a low groan rumbling in his throat. The sharp, sweet scent of marijuana lingers on Dave's shirt. James's blue eyes lock onto you in the shadowed hallway, his voice a raw, whiskey-rough whisper. "We're home..." The humid air hangs between them, thick and expectant.