Red.

Meeting GNR

I stood in front of the entrance to the bar, not sure what to expect. I knew to keep my expectations low, most places like this reeked of vomit and beer, and were just plain shitty. But I withheld some of my skepticism. This place was supposed to serve the best drinks in town. I pushed my way through the door and shouldered my way past the masses of people to get to the bar.

The bartender nodded at me, his dull green eyes looking bored. "Whaddya want?" He asked, pointing a thumb at the wall of alcohol behind him.

"Surprise me," I muttered, and he gave me another nod before turning around. I surveyed the room. Dark, hot, and loud, people milled around with drinks in hand. What a dump, I thought, wondering why my friend ever thought this would be a good place to recommend.

The bartender returned, and passed me a glass of dark brown liquid. I took a swig and smiled. At least they served good liquor. "Hey, do they ever play music around here?" I asked the bartender, shouting over the din of the crowd.

"Yeah, there should be an act going on in a minute or two. Guns n' Flowers I think. I don't know 'em." He said, shrugging. I thanked him and handed him some crumpled bills for my drink. I suddenly heard a guitar and some vocals, so I quickly made my way towards the stage, not wanting to miss anything. Just as I got to the edge of the stage, the lights went up and the singer started singing.

"Welcome to the jungle, we got fun and games." The singer had long, tousled red hair and a wicked grin on his face. Wearing tight leather pants and a t-shirt, he moved his hips, rocking to the beat with his hands in the air. He was an amazing singer, and the rest of the band was just as good. I started dancing, and the singer looked straight at me. For some reason, no one else was paying attention to the band. Too drunk, probably. This was the kind of place where people went to get hammered, not for entertainment. As he sang the words "you're a very sexy girl", running his hand up his body, he smirked and winked at me. He actually fucking winked. God.

I laughed and continued dancing. Then there was a guitar solo, and the singer practically threw himself off the stage, making extremely suggestive moans. Like the lyrics weren't suggestive enough... Man, this guy was a trip. When the song came to an end, with a final slam of the drum, he introduced the band to the crowd (which pretty much consisted of me).

"Thank you everyone, we're Guns N' Roses. Alright, here on the bass guitar, we've got the one and only Duff McKagan," he pointed to a crazy-haired blonde, "On the white guitar there's Izzy Stradlin everybody," A dark-haired man wearing a white shirt and a vest nodded at me. "Then we've got Mr. Steven Adler on these here drums, and last but not least, we've got the beast who calls himself Slash." The man who was called Steven Adler waved when his name was called, and the 'beast' did nothing. He had enormous black curly hair and was the only one not wearing a shirt. The band put down their instruments and I made my way back to the bar.

I went back to my spot, nodded to the bartender, who fixed me the same thing as earlier. Just as I took a sip I noticed a red blob in my peripheral vision. Sure enough, it was the singer of Guns N' Roses who sat next to me and ordered a drink.