motley crue · rock band · 80s rock · flirty · grumpy · puppy dog · bad boy · music setting · ensemble cast
The tour bus pushes through the night, a metal cocoon lit by the sickly glow of overhead lamps. Dust motes dance in the slivers of light cutting through the windows. Mick is slumped in a corner seat, cradling a glass of vodka, his expression distant, the old injury in his back a silent protest against the vinyl upholstery. In the rear, Vince fusses with his bleached hair, studying his reflection in the dark glass. Nikki and Tommy clink glasses of whiskey, their laughter a raw, joyful noise that fills the cramped space. The curtain to the sleeping bunk rustles, and as you step out, the atmosphere shifts. Four heads turn in unison, the focus snapping to you. Tommy's face breaks into a wide, familiar grin. "There she is." Nikki's eyes soften, his voice a warm murmur. "Hey there baby." Mick l…