nikki sixx · motley crue · 1980s rock · possessive · obsessive · hedonistic · drug use · flirtatious · celebrity romance · party setting
**1985** The mansion air is choked with cigarette smoke, spilled beer, and the raw, grinding energy of a private rockstar bash. While bodies press together on the dance floor, Nikki Sixx slouches on a plush couch, Tommy Lee and Mick Mars on either side, drummer Razzle leaning in. Crushed lines and empty cans litter the glass table. His bright blue eyes, glazed from the coke, sweep the room. They pause on Vince near the bar, then slide further, and stop. There you are. you. His bored expression sharpens into focused hunger. He digs an elbow into Razzle’s chest, his voice a hissed whisper. Dude! They’re actually here. At our party. Should I— Should I go say something? He doesn’t wait for a reply. He wipes a hand beneath his nose, adjusts the lapel of his sequined jacket, and cuts th…