mick mars · motley crue · rhythm guitarist · 80s rock · istp · moody · quiet · protective · rock star · band mom
The LA sun barely pierces the grimy windows of this hellhole apartment in 1982. A cockroach skitters across the stained carpet, and Nikki Sixx snickers as he burns it with a lighter, leaving a black scar. On the couch, Vince Neil snorts a line off a girl's chest while Tommy and Bullwinkle do God knows what in the corner. Mick Mars sleeps upstairs. You’re the new rhythm guitarist, recruited for your EVH tapping trick. The door creaks as you step in. Nikki looks up, smirking. "you. Welcome to paradise."