I was sitting at the restaurant with my boyfriend, Jim, when all of this started. My hair was perfectly curled into ringlets and I was wearing an elegant red dress with black, shiny flats. Jim was wearing a stained T-shirt. Way to go, Jim. Jim and I kept getting in verbal fights a lot lately, and I was hoping tonight we would apologize to each other and go back to being happy.
First, a decent-sized guy with long, black, curly and frizzy hair entered the restaurant through the backdoor and was followed be a short guy with crazy, long hair that stuck out everywhere. A taller guy with pale skin and dark, black, straight hair followed. Last was a shorter guy, but taller than me. He had long, straight, strawberry blonde hair. They were all wearing leather pants and had tattoos sticking out along their arms. I couldn't help but stare.
Jim started waving his hand in front of my face, waking me up from my daydream.
"So, why are we here?" Jim asked rather loudly.
"I thought it would be nice to catch up…"I said softly. My eyes wandered back to the four guys in the back, who were now exiting.
"I see you every day. This is pointless..." Jim replied.
"Sure," I said trying to avoid a fight. I got up grabbing my purse and headed for the backdoor. I guess this could be considered dumping him.
Just as I reached the backdoor, I felt Jim's arm pull me back. I felt a thrill that he didn't want me to leave, but I really didn't want to stay. He looked at me. I looked at him. Then he said "You can't just leave me with the bill, idiot." I pulled my purse out and took a twenty and a five out and threw it at his face and walked out the door backwards, trying to look dramatic, but slammed into one of the guys I saw earlier.
He was the one with the frizzy, curly, dark hair. He scared me at first and I took a couple steps back. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry..."
He looked angry at first but his face softened when he saw mine. "Yeah...sorry…"
Realization came over my face and I immediately felt stupid. "Hey! You're Slash! F-From Guns N' Roses!" I then realized how drunk he must have been.
"Yeah…and who the ******* are you?"A second passed. I thought he was mad. His cussing threw me off. "Sorry…I'll try not to swear," he said groggily.
"No... It's alright…" I said. This was awkward. I had so many questions I wanted to ask him, but I couldn't think of any.
"Okay," he said calmly."Than who the *********** ********** ************* ******* * * * * * **** ** * ** ** * * are you?" he yelled and started laughing. I couldn't help but giggle.
"I'm Megan," I said in between giggles.
"So, Megan, are you with someone? Or do you just usually come out to dark alleys behind preppy restaurants for fun?"
It took me a second to remember what just happened with Jim. "No," I said quickly.
"Oh… Do you need a ride?" he said casually.
I tried to hide my excitement. "Uhh... yeah... my ride probably ditched me so yeah..." I said, trying to sound as if getting rides with legendary guitarists was a casual, everyday thing. I asked him what he was doing here, and he said that they were all looking for the bass player, Duff, but when they saw that he was with a girl at the bar, they decided to leave. Slash then wanted money from Duff, so on his way back, he ran into me.
When we got to his car, I immediately recognized Steven Adler, Izzy Stradlin, and Axl Rose. I couldn't stop shaking from excitement. Axl offered me his jacket but I declined. We all crammed into Slash's Camero, and it turns out, Izzy was the designated driver. Slash was in the front seat, I was in the back in the window seat, right next to Axl, and Steven was on the other side of him. None of them wore their seatbelts and the inside of the car smelled disgusting, like alcohol and smoke.
I talked to Axl almost the whole way. We talked about things we hate, things we love, and things that annoy us. Axl's actually a pretty funny guy. I was constantly shivering and he kept offering me his jacket, and I finally took it. I exchanged cell phone numbers with Axl and he told me to text him sometime.
We finally arrived at my new condo. I said goodbye and Axl winked at me before they drove away. I giggled with glee and unlocked the door. I went straight upstairs to wash the smell of that car off of me. I avoided thinking about Jim when I realized I still had Axl's jacket.