You're All I Need《Nikki Sixx || Mötley Crüe || The Dirt》

{Chapter Fourty-Seven}

*Mallory*

I spun around and danced to the music before swinging around the pole, then sliding down into a split as the music ended, cheers and whistles going off all around, along with bills being thrown.

Another night at the club, which is probably where I'll be for Christmas.

I picked up what I made for the night as the lights dimmed and exit the stage to the dressing rooms.

I sighed as I sat at my vanity grabbing a vial and straw from my bag and pouring a neat line of cocaine in front of me.

I groaned as I suddenly felt my chest starting to hurt and clutched at it, my heart racing.

"Mallory, are you okay?" another showgirl, Gwen, asked.

"I-I don't know, I..." I said, starting to see black dots in my vision.

"Did you snort something?" Candy asked.

I shook my head. "N-Not yet....."

I suddenly felt myself falling and it all went black and quiet.

***

"Mal.... Mallory.... Okay, she's waking up, thank god," A familiar voice said as I suddenly started to feel my eyes open, coughing as I felt a strong smell under my nose.

I groaned as I tried sitting up, but was stopped as then something else was held up in front of me.

A glass of water.

"Slowly..." Ron said as I slowly sat up and took the water, drinking it slowly as well.

I then regained focus and saw almost everyone surrounding me in the break lounge, a blanket over me and a wet rag over my head. Ron held a small bottle of something, which I'm guessing is smelling salts or something he used to wake me up.

"What... What happened?" I groaned as I still felt a little light headed.

"We're not sure... We thought it was your supply, but Candy said you haven't taken a hit in hours," another stripper, Lauren said.

"I-I mean, I was about, too...." I said, confused.

"Well, I still called for a medic just in case," Ron said.

"No, no," I sighed, standing up. "I'm fine... Really, I... I probably just need food or water or whatever before the next set."

He sighed as then one of the bartenders, Dave, then walked in.

"Hey, there's a phone call for Mallory in the office," He said.

"The girl just fainted, have them leave a message," Ron snapped.

"Don't think I can," he said. "Its some hospital."

I frowned as I looked at Ron.

"I take it that's not your medic?" Gwen asked.