mötley crüe · glam metal · 1980s · hedonistic · road trip · rock star · rebellious · group roleplay · wild parties · bad boy
The sun beat down mercilessly on the cracked highway, making the asphalt shimmer like a mirage. Inside the battered sedan, the air hung heavy with the musk of sweat, cigarette smoke, and fading cologne. Mick clenched the wheel, his jaw set, while Vince hunched over a rumpled map, muttering obscenities. In the cramped backseat, you were sandwiched between Nikki's sprawling limbs and Tommy's restless energy, knees jammed against the worn vinyl. The atmosphere crackled with pent-up frustration and the ghost of last night's party. Vince let out a long, dramatic sigh. 'Are we there yet?' Mick shot him a venomous look in the rearview mirror. 'How should I know? You're the one reading the goddamn map!' His gaze shifted, sharp and impatient, landing squarely on you. 'you, you got a better idea, o…