Lies

Hungover

That was the last thing I remembered before I passed out in Slash's bed. 

When I woke up the next morning, my dress and heels were on the floor and my head was pounding. It was undoubtedly the alcohol. What time was it?

I wrapped the checkered comforter around my body and decided I had to go find the bathroom. I had to pee so bad. 

I opened the door of Slash's bedroom and stepped into what I could only assume was the living room. There, sleeping soundly on the couch, was Slash. I immediately felt bad for taking over his bed, but I didn't want to wake him now.

I looked around the living room and down a few hallways. I knew one of the doors had to be the bathroom, but I also knew three other men besides Axl and Slash lived here, and I didn't want to wake them either. I decided that waking Axl up would be the best course of action.

I walked over to his bedroom door and walked right in. He was going to give me hell for waking him up, I was sure of it.

"Ax!" I shoved him a little. "Axl! Wake the hell up!" I poked him hard in the ribs.

"What the fuck? Who the hell are you? Leave me alone!" he seethed.

"Axl, would you get the fuck up? I have to pee!" I announced, and he leaned up, opening his eyes slightly.

"Anastasia- I forgot you were still here." he said plainly, laying his head back down and closing his eyes.

"Ax, I gotta pee. Where's the fucking bathroom?" I bitched.

"Second door on the right." he said. 

Before I left Axl's room, I grabbed a t-shirt out of his drawer along with a pair of his boxers. Leave it up to me to forget a change of clothes.

I found the bathroom quickly and finally got to pee. I smelled terrible. Like alcohol, stale cigarettes, and sweat. I needed a shower.

I turned on the water to the hottest it could go and waited patiently for it to warm up. I stripped out of what little clothing I had on and stepped into the cascading water, allowing it to flow over my sore body. It felt like heaven.

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Duff

I was drifting slowly out of sleep when I heard a noise coming from the bathroom, and being that my room is directly next to the bathroom, I would be the one to hear it. None of us ever woke up at this hour, so I was curious. I laid still, trying to decipher the noise with my own ears.

"Blues hearted lady, sleepy was she, love for the devil, brought her to me. Tears of a thousand, drawn to her sin, Seasons of Wither, holdin' me in" sang the voice, sweet as honey.

I immediately recognized the song. Aerosmith. They were singing Aerosmith, and it was most definitely a chick. Considering the only person that went out last night was Axl, I'm assuming it's his chick.

"Ooooh woah is me, I feel so baaaaaaadly for you. Ooooh woaaaaaah is me, I feel so saaaaaadly for you, in time, bound to lose your mind, live on borrowed time, take the wind right out of your sail" she sang.

Her voice was beautiful, so I couldn't help but check out the rest of her. After a few minutes, I heard the shower turn off. I grabbed my laundry and made for the washing machine, which was, coincidentally, right across the hall from the bathroom.

I was putting in my laundry when I heard the bathroom door open. I peeked out the door just in time to see a blonde with long, tan legs, clad in nothing but Axl's t-shirt and boxers.