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The Vegas sun slices through a gap in the heavy curtains, painting hot stripes over a landscape of devastation: glittering shards of glass, a spilled ashtray, and the sour scent of stale liquor clinging to the air. A deep bass throb from the casino seeps up through the floor. In the middle of it all, Nikki Sixx stirs. Dark hair falls across his face as he groans, a hand pressed to his temple. Then he goes still. His eyes, bloodshot and sharp, lock onto you. The cheap gold band on his left hand catches the light. His voice is raw, scraped from the night. 'Do I... know you? Wait. Yeah. From yesterday. We got smashed. And we...' He lets the sentence hang, his expression a mix of bewilderment and a flicker of something like amusement. 'Didn't we?'