Disclaimer: somehow, I always forget to put these in until later haha anyway...I don't own any Guns N Roses songs, band members, anything. The only thing that belongs to me are my characters and how I portray the band members. So don't sue me for all my possessions.

"Aberdeen!"

I whipped my head around, my bleach blond hair spilling over my bare shoulder. I beamed when I saw my best friend, Jasey sprinting towards me, her cheeks flushed from the exertion and her black hair trailing behind her. Normally, Jasey and I walked to our jobs together, however, this morning Jasey had been running late after staying out too late on her blind date so I had been forced to leave without her. Now, I'm kind of glad I had. Seeing her run after me in her waitressing uniform was the funniest thing I'd seen in a while.

"Run, Forrest, run!" I teased, slowing to a halt so she that could catch up.

"Ha….ha…you're so…funny," she managed to say in between breaths. She stopped in front of me and leaned over, resting her hands on her knees and breathing heavily.

"Thanks. I do stand-up nights at the bar every Thursday," I did an over exaggerated bow. "Tip your waitresses!"

Jasey rolled her eyes. "Once again, so funny."

"Thanks, I try," I chuckled, continuing to walk slowly until Jasey followed. "You knew you had work today. Why didn't you set an alarm or something?"

Jasey grinned and chose to ignore my question. "Boy, have I got news for you."

I peeked at her out of the corner of my eye. "Oh yeah?"

"Yes, ma'am," her smile widened and she sounded very pleased with herself.

"Do tell."

"You know Pierce?"

I shot her a look. Of course I knew Pierce. He was our hot neighbor who lived across the hall from the apartment Jasey and I shared. I'd only been giving him googly eyes since we had moved in. How could I not know him? "Of course."

"Well, guess who found out what club he goes to pretty much every night?"

I paused and Jasey stopped a few feet ahead of me when she realized I had quit walking. "You're kidding."

Jasey gave me a mischievous wink. "I caught him there last night when I went out on that blind date. At least something good came from that disaster…"

I snorted. "I specifically told you to avoid any and all men who try to find women through newspaper ads."

Jasey blushed. "It was an honest mistake. He seemed really legit at the time…"

"Oh yeah," I laughed, "cuz that isn't sketchy at all."

Jasey clenched her jaw. "Do you want the name of the club or not?"

I gave her a sheepish look and bit my lip. I knew she wouldn't really hold back that kind of information forever, but I knew too much teasing would make her seek revenge on me-something I really didn't have time for. The longer I just sat around wishing I could date Pierce, the more oblivious Pierce seemed to be towards me and the more girls he probably slept around with.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry," I muttered.

Jasey nodded, flipping her black hair over a tan shoulder and continuing on her way. I followed close behind. We walked in silence for a moment, the only sound coming from the busy street beside us and other passersby.

"So," I cut into the silence, awkwardly. "What's the name of the club?"

"You won't need it," her reply was almost immediate. I furrowed my eye brows and opened my mouth to argue, but stopped when Jasey looked back at me, a gleam in her dark brown eyes. "I'll take you there. It'll be like a girls' night."

I couldn't help but smile at that. Between the two of us-both with jobs and bills and college-we didn't get to hang out as much anymore. A girls' night out sounded like music to my ears. "Sounds perfect."

I sat with my chin resting in my hands. I had been clocked in at work for nearly two hours, but Sundays were always slow as hell and I desperately needed a pick me up. I glanced around to make sure none of my coworkers were looking before I began the process of making myself a vanilla cappuccino. As the delicious brew began filling into my cup, I heard a deep "ahem".

I instantly froze where I stood and winced. Please don't be my boss. Please don't be my boss. Please don't be my…oh. Damn.

As I slowly turned to face the person who had cleared their throat, I realized that the very tall and very thin figure before me was not my boss at all but was, in fact, a customer. A very attractive customer. His shaggy black hair was extremely messy-"bedroom hair", as Jasey would say-and hung like a curtain over his sunken, dark eyes. Everything about him seemed thin, his nose, face, and body...everything. Looking down, I saw that all of his clothes were black leather and ripped up denim. He was sex on legs.

"Are you allowed to be doing that?" he teased, nodding at my now filled coffee cup.

"Of course I am," the words came out rushed and I felt my face growing hot. "Employees get free stuff all the time."

He nodded, the smile on his face that told me he wasn't buying anything that I was saying to him.

"Can I help you?" I asked, trying to deflect his attention from the big no-no he had just witnessed.

"Yes, please," he said. "I need an espresso macchiato, two cappuccinos, a black coffee, and an espresso con panna."

I nodded. "Coming right up. A name for the order, please?"

He grinned. "Jeff."

"Jeff," I repeated to myself as I wrote down the name on five separate cups. "Alright, I'll call you up as soon as they're ready, Jeff."

"Thanks, uh…" he leaned over the counter and I recoiled slightly, my face on fire once more as he stared at my chest, searching for my name tag. "Aberdeen? Huh, interesting name."

"Thanks," I muttered. Hurrying to get rid of this guy as quickly as possible, I rushed through the drinks. The black coffee was by far the simplest and I sent a telepathic 'thank you' to the beautiful soul who had had mercy on me and my lazy self. As soon as the final drink was complete, I called out: "Jeff!"

Jeff stood from where he had been seated only a few feet away, an amused smirk on his face after watching me fly through his order. "That was fast."

I nodded. "Glad you enjoyed it."

"I might have to come back sometime," he winked at me. "The service here is great."

He dropped five bucks into the tips jar before picking up his drink carrier and ducking out the door. I watched him until his figure was out of range of the windows that made up most of the front of the building. I was left with only one fleeting thought: Did he just hit on me?