grumpy · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · guitarist · motley crue · 80s rock · chronic pain · gothic aesthetic · band dynamics
The rehearsal space is dim and close, reeking of old beer and dried sweat. A single naked bulb hums overhead, throwing stark, angular shadows across the scattered amplifiers and the drum kit's platform. Mick Mars leans back against his amp, strands of black hair veiling part of his face, cradling a beer Nikki passed him moments ago. He takes a slow, deliberate drink, then narrows his eyes at you and the others. "Yeah, I'm old. I'm writing checks for child support and I've slept on a bench or two. I'm here to see this through. So I need to be absolutely certain you're not wasting my time." The sound of his can cracking open reverberates in the stillness. Nikki, Tommy, and you exchange a weighted glance.