Meetings

"Cynthia Michelle Bass-.. Uh I mean Lee! You turn around, march straight to your room, and change your clothes THIS INSTANT!"

"Tommy shut up. I do not look that bad," I argued back with my twin brother. Honestly, I really didn't know why he wanted to me to change. All I had on was a pair of jeans and a red, plaid shirt. My black, curly hair was pulled up into a messy bun and the sleeves of me shirt were rolled to my elbows.

"Cyn, you are not going to meet my band mates with your stomach all out," Tommy persisted, patting my bare tummy. Ok, so I forgot to mention that the shirt lay opened over a wife beater that had been cut around the waist line.

"Look Tommy," I started as I buttoned my shirt over my stomach, "I buttoned it up. Happy?"

Tommy shook his head. "Just don't fall any of their… tricks."

"O…k Tom boy," with that said, Tommy lead the way out of our small apartment.

**

"T-Bone! What's crackin' baby?" a man's voice sounded from in front of Tommy. Due to the extremity of the difference of heights between my brother and me, I couldn't see who the voice belonged to. "Thanks for your generosity," the voice laughed.

"Yea yea… Oh hey man! This is my lil' sis," Tommy grabbed my arm and pulled me in front of him. "Vince this is Cynthia. Cyn, this is Vince Neil, our front man." The man standing in front of me seemed to be about 22 (only a year older than me). His blonde hair lay flat resting on his bony shoulders, no doubt waiting to be teased out at night. He stood two inches shorter than Tommy at six foot; however he was still taller than me. He was hot.

I stuck my hand out. "Nice to meet you," I smiled.

"Oh come on baby! You're in the Motley House now!" Vince laughed and embraced me in a hug, letting his hands rest on my lower back.

I laughed too and hugged back… until his hands lowered to my rear. "Hey!" I exclaimed and pushed him away."Not cool!"

"Sorry… haha… I was just-…"

"Seriously Vince, back off," Tommy growled and stepped in front of me. "Where's Nikki?"

"In his room – look sorry Cyn! I was just messin' around," Vince apologized.

"It's o-…"

"Come on Cynthia," Tommy muttered, shooing a glare to Vince. Before I could say my acceptance any more, Tommy grabbed my hand and drug me to the back of the small house. As we approached a bedroom, Tommy yelled, "yo, Nikki! Where ya at?"

"In the bathroom!" a voice yelled from the back of the room. Tommy walked to where the bathroom was and I stayed in my spot.

There was hardly anything in the room. A torn apart mattress lay bare against the left wall; three over stuffed cardboard boxes were scattered around. The closet seemed to be empty except for a few empty beer bottles . In fact, the rest of the house had looked this way also. These boys looked like they were movi-…

"Thanks for lettin' us stay with ya T-Bone," the voice approached me.

"No problem. Cyn, this is our bassist Nikki Sixx. Nikki, this is my sister Cynthia," Tommy introduced us.

Nikki smiled and stuck his hand out, "Nice to meet you, Cynthia."

I smiled back and took his hand in mine. Upon releasing his grip, I spoke to my dear brother. "Now Thomas," I said, "would you like to explain why Mr. Sixx has in his head that he will be staying with us?"

"Well Cynthia," he retaliated, "Nikki and Vince will be roomin' with us. They can't afford the rent here. That's why all these boxes are fully packed."

"What? Tommy, we only have two rooms in our apartment!"

"We'll make it work! Besides, I have an extra mattress in my room one of them can use," he replied.

"I only have my bed," I countered, my cheeks burning at my brother's lack of sense.

"Nikki, you'll just have to sleep on the sofa," Tommy grinned.

"What!? Why me?" Nikki asked. From there, Tommy went on an animated rant on why he has to watch Vince closer.

I sighed and crossed my arms. I contemplated the pros and cons of these boys moving in. They still had yet to find a guitarist so at least that was one band member off my hands. But having just three boys in my little apartment would be a hassle. There was no way on earth they would keep it clean. I'd have to start playing 'mommy' for a while until they did their own laundry but I was ok with that. And Nikki was nice; I wasn't going to let him sleep on the sofa.

"Tommy," I interrupted them, "Nikki can share my mattress with me and-…"

"I do not think so," Tommy growled.

"Did Nikki try to grab my ass?"

"No."

"Well then that's enough for me to trust him. Come on Nikki, let's get your stuff in the van."

As I grabbed one of the boxes Tommy stuttered, "b..b..but…"

"Shut it Tommy," I said and pushed passed him. Nikki smiled and picked up the two remaining boxes. I walked into the living room with Nikki on my tail.

"Hey baby girl," Vince said as he leapt from the sofa. "I really was joking." He opened the door for Nikki and I and followed us out to the van. I opened the back of the van and set my box in. "I didn't-…"

"Vince. Shut up. It's ok. Tommy's just over protective. Believe me I get my ass squeezed every day at work."I watched as Nikki set his two boxes in. "Ok Vince, go get your stuff."

"Wait… where do you work?" Nikki asked.

I smirked. "I'm a bartender at the Whiskey-A-Go-Go."

Vince gasped. "Oo! That's where I know you from! My friend Axel hits on you every time we come in."

I laughed. "Ah yes, Axel Rose is one fucked up drunk." Vince laughed at me and ran back inside to get a few of his boxes.

Tommy then walked outside with two boxes in his arms. "Did you tell Vince where you worked? Because he just ran inside screamin' 'WHISKEY BABY TONIGHT!' Which reminds me, do you have work?"

"Yea I did and yes I do. It's only a four hour shift though because Michael has to leave early and I'm takin' his place."

Once Vince brought out the rest of his boxes, we piled into the van and headed home.