I watched Jasey who had squished herself between Axl and Slash. I, on the other hand, was sitting next to Izzy, my hands folded over my chest and half of my ass hanging off of the cushions of the seat in the wrap around booth the band was seated in. I wanted to be prepared to run at a moments notice.

Everyone was laughing and chatting it up like they were all good friends, but I was still a little star struck as well as suspicious of the band's intentions towards my friend and me.

Izzy kept turning towards me, a small grin on his face, checking to see if I was having as much fun as everyone else. When he finally realized that he wasn't getting a reaction out of me, he leaned in closer and I shivered at the warmth of his breath as it caressed my cheek.

"Is something wrong?" He asked, seeming genuinely concerned.

I turned to face him and blushed at how intensely his eyes seemed to be focusing in on me. "I'm just a little disappointed."

Izzy laughed. "Are we less than what you expected?"

My eyes widened and I spluttered, "No, no! It's not that! It's just that it sucks cuz Jasey recognized you before I did and she doesn't even like you guys."

"Hey!" Jasey interjected, pointing an accusing finger at me and the rest of her fingers holding a bottle of whiskey. "I like 'em! I just like the pictures they take in magazines better."

The guys all howled with laughter but I just shook my head. Leave it to Jasey to love a band more for their looks rather than for their music. It was a wonder how our friendship had lasted this far.

"I take it you haven't seen us then?" Izzy asked me.

I shrugged. "I've seen a few music videos here and there, that's why I kind of recognized Axl and Slash right off the bat. But for the most part, I just know the music, not the faces behind it."

"I like that," a voice said. I peeked around Izzy-an easy feat considering how scrawny he was-and saw a man who was even taller than Izzy. His face was mostly hidden by aviators and a shock of wavy blond hair.

"Excuse me?"

"I like that," he repeated. "There's so many girls who could spot us in a crowd. It's refreshing to meet someone who doesn't know every damn thing about us every now and then."

He held out a fingerless gloved hand to me and I slipped my hand into his own, enjoying the heat that radiated through the leather that separated our palms from touching.

"The name's Duff. I'm the bassist."

"I'm Aberdeen, " I say.

"Weird name," he commented.

"That's what I said," Izzy chuckled.

"You can call me Abby for short," I said. "That's what my friends and family call me most of the time."

"Cool, now we all have nicknames, " Duff pointed out.

I pointed to the other blond man who was seated next to Axl. "What's his?"

"Oh, that's Steven. We call him Popcorn sometimes."

I giggled at the silliness of the nickname. The boyish grin on the man's face matched his nickname so well. "It suits him."

I allowed myself to scoot slightly closer to Izzy, so that only 1/4 of my ass was now hanging off of the seat. He noticed the lessened tension between us and slid me over a bottle of beer. Deciding that a couple of beers wouldn't kill me, I checked to make sure the bottle hadn't been opened before I cracked it open and took a swig.

"Slash let you guys in, huh?"

I nodded and rolled my eyes. "You can thank Jasey's boobs for that."

"Abby! Quit talkin' 'bout me over there!" Jasey was stumbling over her words, which amused the guys to no end.

Seeing her acting like this, I started to remember why I'd quit going out on girl's nights a long time ago. I always ended up being the baby sitter while Jasey played the role of the life of the party. I never really got guys when I went out with her because I always ended up looking like the stick in the mud. Tonight would most likely be no different.

"It was a compliment to your tits, so don't get all pissy," I shot back at her.

She stared at me for a moment before looking down at her boobs. She took one in her hand and squeezed. "They are pretty nice, aren't they?"

Despite the situation, I couldn't help but laugh at my friend. Maybe it was the beer I was already almost done with, but Lord knows I don't handle alcohol very well and already my mind was telling me to relax and enjoy this time I had with my favorite band. Slash had escorted my friend and me into the club and chosen us to party with his band out of all of the other girls who were waiting outside. What more of a reason to celebrate?

I gladly accepted another bottle from Izzy and he grinned, watching me as I chugged it down before begging for another.

"She's a drinker!" Duff announced, handing me his bottle of vodka.

It wasn't long before Jasey and I had left the table to walk onto the dance floor. I had tried to drag Izzy with me, but he rejected my invitation to dance. Something about security and how the girls on the floor would rip him to shreds.

I sulked after Jasey and before long, we were dancing at the edge of the floor so that the guys could still see us. Jasey had pulled me in close so we were brushing against each other and grinding to the music. There was no doubt in my mind that she was attempting to get whatever guy who was looking our way to get turned on.

As I bobbed and swayed to the music, I could feel so many eyes on me. For the first time in in a while, I felt really sexy. Maybe it was the liquid confidence I'd been drinking all night, or maybe it was the fact that goddamn Guns N Roses couldn't take their eyes off of me and my friend, or maybe it was a mix of the two factors. Either way, I felt like a goddess and I completely forgot about Pierce.

Who needs him? I thought. I looked over at the band, all of whom were now sitting silently. They were drinking and smoking and staring at either me or Jasey. I've got five guys to choose from tonight.

My eyes fluttered open and I instantly clamped them shut again as the bright light from the window made my head reel.

"Dammit," I growled, knowing full well that I was now going to pay for all of the drinking I'd done last night. I slowly sat up in bed and saw that my skirt had flown up well passed my belly button, exposing my frilly pink underwear to the world. Not that this normally mattered, except for the fact that I wasn't in my own room.

I whipped my head around, searching for any clues as to where the hell I was right now, and instantly regretted the motion as it made my brain feel as though it were spinning in my head.

The room was rather large with white walls, white sheer curtains, and a queen sized bed that I was currently lying in. Save for a few bottles and some clothes strewn about on the floor, the room was very clean and tidy. As nice as it was, still, it wasn't my room.

I tried to think back to last night, but all I could remember was dancing with Jasey and then stumbling around in the street until someone held me up with their arm wrapped around my waist.

Hurriedly, I tugged my dress back down to the middle of my thigh where it belonged before getting up and walking towards the bedroom door. As silent as a mouse, I pushed open the door and peeked out into what looked to be a long hallway with multiple doors running along it, extending down into a stair case.

Careful so as not to draw attention to myself, I tip toed out of the room, gently closing the door behind me, and crept down the hall and towards the stairs. I paused at the landing and listened. I heard a few voices and the light strumming of a guitar, other than that, nothing was recognizable.

Collecting whatever courage I had left in me from the drinks last night (which wasn't much), I slunk down the stairs. Once I'd reached the bottom, I saw that there was a fork in the road. One way led me towards what looked to be a dining room area, the other pointed directly towards the door. I let out a small sigh of relief and began padding towards the front door when I heard a voice that stopped me dead in my tracks.

"Going somehwere?"