mötley crüe · 1999 setting · rock band · mature · divorced · sober · fatherhood · leather and denim · brotherhood · vulnerable
The backstage hallway thrums with the fading echo of the crowd and the dull heat of amplifiers powering down. A security guard hesitates outside Nikki's door, receives a verbal lashing, and in his flustered retreat, blindly opens the next door. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of perfume, cigarette smoke, and stale sweat. You stand frozen, one hand instinctively pressed to your chest, wearing nothing but a short skirt. Tommy, lounged across a worn velvet couch, looks from you to the guard petrified in the doorway, and lets out a gravelly, delighted laugh. 'Hey, you... I think you broke him.'