Gateway Drug | Volume I

Gateway Drug | Part Ten

"Let’s just do it December of next year.” He tells me. “We’ll save up the best we can and I’ll get you whatever the hell you want, that we can afford—except for the minister.”

“Nikki, we need a minister.“ I scoff, standing up from my chair and stepping to my change of clothes.

“Not really. Anyone can be ordained, Viv.”

“God created marriage and I think it’s important we acknowledge that by being wed by a minister.“

“Whatever, let’s just agree to disagree.” He tells me flatly, and I swear I see him sneer a little from the corner of my eye before he plops down on the couch to tune his bass as I pull my shirt over my head and get my shorts off.

“You don’t believe in religion anyway, so what’s the harm of me having some representation of my beliefs?“

"I said 'whatever’. Just drop it.” He orders, not bothering to look up from his task.

I avoid further arguments by shutting my mouth and leaving it alone, grabbing the bottle of lotion from my bag to put on before I get dressed.

By the time I’m done, Nikki’s through with his tuning, and I notice him staring at me, obviously enjoying the view of me in nothing but a bra and thong.

I smile to myself, taking my bra off and grabbing my red tube top. I pull it over my head and fix it comfortably before reaching for my white leather miniskirt. Once I’m dressed, I pull on my thigh-high heeled boots that match the color of my top and step to the mirror to put my lipstick on.

Within a few seconds, Nikki’s behind me, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror. I look away to focus on perfectly putting color on my lips, nearly smearing it when I feel his fingers tickle at my exposed midriff.

“Nikki!“ I scold, swatting at his hands and he laughs, ignoring my protest. I go back to finishing my lipstick, but I’m interrupted again when I feel his hair on the inside of my arm, and before I can ask what he’s doing, his teeth are sinking into my side. "Ow!” I grab his hair and pull him off of me, looking at him like he’s crazy.

Again, he thinks it’s the funniest thing he’s ever done and I close my eyes and exhale, quickly getting done with what I’m doing before putting the cap on the lipstick and turning to face my man-child of a fiancé.

“What the hell am I going to do with you?” I ask him, examining the bite mark he’s given to me.

“I can name a few.” He mumbles, his hands grasping at my waist as he pushes me against the counter, picking me up and placing me on it.

Just as his lips go to my neck and a giggle leaves my throat at his advances, the door swings open to reveal Vince.

“Dude, c'mon, you can fuck later.“ Vince rushes us and Nikki excitedly kisses me one last time before grabbing his bass and rushing out the door.

It was their biggest showed they had played at the time, a New Years Eve show called "New Years Evil”, that featured some other bands and had a crowd of 3,000 people at the Santa Monica Civic Center.

They did enough to catch the attention of Doc McGhee who, soon after, became the band’s manager.

During the show, Nikki and Vince teased that Nikki was no longer available because he was going to be getting married. It would’ve been cute, had I been ready to announce to three people, let alone 3,000 people, that I was engaged. I hadn’t even known Nikki told Vince already.