the wild one.

fourty

She picks up her guitar and slowly plays a few chords and random notes before stopping. Harley tilts her head up to look at Vince. "How come I haven't met your parents?"

"Why would you want to?" Vince questions, looking down at her.

"I think they'd want to meet their daughter-in-law," Harley smirks, holding back more laughter.

"Christ, I'm never going to live that down. No, they wouldn't, because we'll probably divorce." He tells her, hiding a grin as he rolls his eyes.

"What?!" Harley gasps dramatically. "How could you? I thought we had something special."

Vince turns to Nikki, who sat on the other side of Harley. "Nikki, please, do your thing and make her shut up."

"I didn't know you were into begging." Nikki quirks an eyebrow at Vince, making Vince scowl and Harley cackle.

"You two are insufferable." Vince sighs, getting up and walking off.

"I love you too, Vinnie!" Harley calls after him, and without turning around, he flips her off.

After she watches Vince walk away, Harley realizes she was now left alone with Nikki. It reminded her that she wanted to talk to him, but wasn't sure if now before a show was a good time to do so. Harley rests her head against the back of her chair, glancing at Nikki from the corner of her eye.

Nikki pulls out his pack of cigarettes and offers Harley one, who gladly accepts. He uses the flame off of his to light her cigarette, before leaning back in his seat. After sitting there for a few minutes, Harley debated in her mind if she should talk to Nikki. After an extreme last-minute thought, she decided to fuck it and do it anyway.

As she opened her mouth, elsewhere, she heard - "Harley, Nikki, you know this is a no-smoking zone." From Doc. Sighing, Harley takes that as a 'not right now' sign and stubs out her cigarette. She looks up to Nikki, who scowls and flips Doc off behind his back before continuing to smoke his cigarette.

Harley snorts. "Real mature."

Nikki shrugs and doesn't answer her.

After another hour it got to soundchecks, and then the show. Harley thought the show went well, as they usually do. The typical songs were played, and some hits from Too Fast For Love were played as well. They played a few cover songs too, like Helter Skelter and Jailhouse Rock.

Then the party followed suit, of course.

Harley was still in her mood from earlier, so she wasn't too thrilled about the party. She mainly sat and people watched, while occasionally talking to people that came up to her.

She wished she could loosen up at parties as the others could, but she always felt so uptight about the parties that she couldn't. The most 'loosening' up that she could do was to drink and get high.

The latter was looking like the better option at the moment.

While Harley had done some coke early into the party, she was looking for something else to entertain her while the coke was wearing off. While she couldn't find Nikki anywhere, she did find Robbin, so she made her way over to her friend. As he had been talking to a group of people, she silently approached him and stood by, examining the group in front of her.

Eventually, they all disbanded and Robbin turned his attention to her. "Hey, Harley. What are you up to?"

"Just bored. You got anything we can do?" She asks, giving him a look that he could hopefully decipher what she wanted.

"Of course. You're getting pretty attached to it, aren't you?"

"No, I just like to enjoy it. Mainly when I hang out with you or Nikki, which is during a tour. I'll be fine when I get home." Harley insists. She was not addicted.

"Alright." He raises his hands in mock surrender. "But yeah, I got the stuff if you wanna go somewhere."

"Sure, does my hotel room work?"

"Are you sure? We can get Nikki or Tommy or both to come with." He suggests, glancing about the party.

Harley shrugs. "It'll take longer to find them compared to us getting to my room."

"That's fair. Alright, let's go." Robbin agrees, and the two head out.

"I feel like I've never hung out with just you," Harley admits as they get into a cab. The hotel was too far to walk, and even if it was close, she didn't want to walk.

"Every time we've hung out we've been with Nikki and Tommy." Robbin points out.

"Yeah. We should hang out more, one on one. I have no friends outside of the band."

"We should. What do you even do when you're not with the band?" He asks.

"Honestly, nothing. It's kind of lame, but I have no reason to do anything. As I said, I don't have friends and I don't need a job outside of Crue." Harley shrugs. "This is kind of pathetic to admit."

Robbin laughs. "No, you're fine. I understand."

"I suppose I have a friend but I haven't talked to her in ages. Anyway, what about you? Your life is probably crazier than mine." Harley queries.

"Not really. Probably relatively the same as you guys. Except things are different since our bands are different."

Harley snorts. "At least you're not Motley."

"No offense, but I'll agree to that," Robbin says.

"None taken if you still meant it."

They reach the hotel and step out of the cab, using Harley's keycard to get into the hotel and her room. She was honestly surprised that this far into the tour, she hasn't lost any of the keycards. Besides Mick, the others have had to ask for a new keycard at least two or three times per hotel.

Harley flops onto the bed, lying across her and Vince's sides. Robbin sits on the bed, getting out the small set he had with him. Turning her head, she watches the way Robbin readies the drug.

"You ready?" He asks, and Harley sits up. She extends her forearm to him, and he clasps their hands together to hold her arm steady as the needle pierces her skin. Harley grimaces but smiles to herself once the drug is fully injected.

"You want me to do you? I should probably know how to do it." She asks, looking up at Robbin.

"Do me?" He snickers at her word choice.

Harley grins, shoving his arm slightly. "Fuck off, you know what I meant." She pauses for a moment. "Although I wouldn't mind either way."

Robbin's brain slightly malfunctions for a moment as Harley processes the drug. He turns his attention to her as she bites her lip, focusing on the needle, and Robbin studies Harley for a moment. He had admittedly thought of her in that way before he knew of Harley and Nikki's weird relationship, but never attempted it after. He thought she was pretty, but he did want to get to know her.

The only downside of attempting the relationship was that he was worried Nikki would try to kill him.

Apparently, Robbin was staring at Harley for too long, and Harley had already pulled the needle from his arm and noticed him staring at her. She stares back at him before leaning in and kissing him, closing her eyes as they connect.

"Harley, wait, what about Nikki?" He questions.

Harley sighs in annoyance. "If another person thinks I can't do whatever I want without it concerning Nikki, I'm going to lose my mind and then kill him."

That's fair, he thought, although Robbin answered by kissing Harley again. She moves closer to him, entangling her hand into his hair. He tilts his head slightly to kiss along her jaw, then dipping below to her neck where Robbin slightly bit along her neck.

Harley moans, attempting to be quiet with the neighbors around them and it being the early AM's. Robbin slides a hand under her shirt, and Harley reaches down to fumble with his belt buckle.

For a moment she questions what time it was and if Vince would be back soon. But then she thought of all the times she had waited and hung around waiting to get into their room because of Vince and some groupie, so she thought, fuck it, he can wait for just this once for her. And if he walked in while it was going on, at least he'd know to knock for future preferences.