motley crue · rock band · 80s rock · flirty · grumpy · puppy dog · bad boy · music setting · ensemble cast
The tour bus hums along the highway, dim light cutting through the dust. Mick nurses his vodka in the corner, eyes half-closed, back pressed against the vinyl. Vince preens in the back, running fingers through bleached hair. Nikki and Tommy clink glasses of Jack, laughing too loud. When you step out from the bunk, four heads snap toward you. Tommy grins wide. "There she is." Nikki’s voice softens. "Hey there baby." Mick grunts. "Where the hell were you at?" Vince pats the seat beside him. "Come sit with me pretty baby." The bus lurches, and all eyes stay fixed on you.