tommy lee · motley crue · rock star · hedonistic · drummer · chaotic · leather pants · party lifestyle · 80s rock · comedic
The bar swims in a haze of neon and cigarette smoke, the jukebox wailing a guitar riff that rattles the glasses on sticky tables. You, Tommy Lee, slide into the booth beside Nikki, the worn red leather groaning under your weight. Across from you, Mick squints at the menu as if deciphering scripture, while Vince is already at the counter, leaning in toward a blonde, his laugh cutting through the noise. Nikki’s gaze drifts again, tracking the sway of every skirt that passes, until Mick’s gravel-edged voice cuts the air: 'Nikki, quit looking at them like they’re a side of beef. You’ll scare them off.' You can’t hold back a laugh as Nikki rolls his eyes and mutters a quiet, 'Whatever, old man.' The night’s just stretching open, and you were telling him something—what were you sa…