I hissed out a "shit".

I turned on my heel and came face to chest with the blond bassist himself. Duff was smirking down at me, a gleam in his eyes. "Gotcha'."

I blushed. "You didn't catch me doing anything."

"Oh really?" He nodded towards the front door. "So I didn't catch you just as you were about to sneak out that door?"

"Nope."

He shoved his hands in his pockets and began walking back into the dining room area. "Good. Cause I was about to say, you're a bad friend if you're gonna leave your best friend here with a bunch of strange men."

I swallowed and felt my heart speed up. I had gotten so hammered last night, I had completely forgotten to take care of myself, let alone Jasey. I'd totally forgotten that she probably stayed here over night as well.

I rushed after Duff, turning the corner to see Duff seated on the counter top, a Bud Light in his hand and Slash seated across from him, his hair completely concealing his face as he plucked lazily at his guitar. He literally looked like like a hairball with a cigarette tangled in it. I couldn't help but wonder how he knew where to put his fingers and it was kind of impressive seeing as he was probably completely blind right about now.

"Where's Jasey?" I demanded, my voice a little higher than I would have liked.

Slash paused in his strumming and turned to face me. The only indication I had that I was looking at his face was the cigarette protruding from his curly locks. "Jasey? I think she slept with Axl."

I didn't even wait for him to finish. I sped towards the stairs and stomped up them until I reached the hallway. I stormed down the hall, prying open each and every door. Jasey wasn't behind any of them and I was beginning to worry. Steven was laying on the floor in his room and for whatever reason, Izzy was snoozing in the bathtub, but no Jasey.

I finally reached the door at the end of the hall. I held my breath and reached out for the handle. I heard a cry escape from the other side. I wrenched open the door.

"Jasey!"

I felt the color drain from my face and I dropped my hand to my side. There, on the bed, lay my best friend on all fours, with Axl Rose thrusting into her from behind.

"Abby? Abby!" Jasey looked confused at first, and then totally embarassed.

I felt the presence of someone behind me and I looked over my shoulder to see Steven and Izzy, both of whom were rubbing their eyes, their hair tousled from sleep.

As soon as they saw what was going on, they burst into laughter. I looked back at the scene before me, and couldn't help but let out a chuckle myself.

"Close the fucking door!" Jasey roared.

Practically crying now with laughter, I pulled the door shut.

"He didn't even care!" Steven gasped in between bouts of laughter.

"He just kept right on goin'!" Izzy finished for him.

Duff and Slash reached the top of the stairs. Duff looked confused and I assumed Slash had the same look on his face somewhere under that bush of hair.

"What's going on?" Duff asked.

I jabbed a thumb at the door. "See for yourself."

Duff looked between me and the door and it seemed to slowly register in his brain what I was referring to as he realized we were standing outside of Axl's door.

"Gross," he finally said with a chuckle. The grin on his face made me smile harder and I felt my cheekbones beginning to grow sore from all of the laughing.

"Come on, let's give them some privacy," Izzy raised his voice as he said this so that the couple in the room could hear us. Steven and I followed him down the hallway and to the stairs.

"See? We're not so bad now, are we?" Duff elbowed me playfully.

"Yeah, yeah. Either stay on your side of the table or take off those sunglasses," I muttered.

"What you don't trust me?"

"I don't trust anyone who wears sunglasses while playing cards."

Duff gripped his chest in mock agony. "Ouch, Abby. You're harsh. By the way, you got any 7's?"

My mouth fell open and I shoved him away from me so that he wasn't able to peek at my hand anymore. "You jerk!"

I tossed the two 7's I had in my hand at him with a pout. Duff beamed and snatched up the cards.

"Cheater," I grumbled.

Thanks to Jasey's early morning romp with Axl, I was now stuck at the house until the two finally decided to leave Axl's room. So far, the rest of the band and I had gotten caught up in a riveting game of Go Fish for the passed half hour.

Looking around at the guys through the haze of the cigarette smoke, I'm not gonna lie, they were beginning to grow on me. They were all so chill and easy going and I enjoyed seeing how they interacted with one another.

"Got any 2's?" Duff asked Slash.

"Go fish, bitch."

Duff pulled a card from the deck and Slash grinned with satisfaction.

I slid my chair from the table and stood. "I'm gonna grab a beer. Anyone want anything?"

Of course, all of the guys opened their mouths to list off all the different drinks they wanted, some of which I'd never even heard of before.

"Uh..." I stared at them, my mouth hanging open. I was pretty sure I could grab a few beers but there was no way I could carry all those bottles alone, let alone mix up a few cocktails. I wasn't a bartender.

Izzy stood up from the table and gave me an apologetic smile. "I'll help you get the drinks, Abby."

A rush of relief swept over me. "Thanks."

Izzy followed close behind me as I walked through the door that led from the dining room to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and pulled out two six packs of beer then stepped back as Izzy pulled out various different bottles of juice and alcohol. I saw rum, whiskey, and vodka.

I stared in awe as Izzy went about pouring shots and mixing various drinks. He was like a pro.

"You're good at this," I said dumbly.

Izzy chortled. "In my profession, you have to be."

I studied him for a while longer before speaking again. "Why were you in the bath tub this morning?"

Izzy looked back at me. "You noticed that, huh?"

I snorted. "Well, yeah. It's not everyday you see someone sleeping in the bathtub."

Izzy shrugged. "I was letting you sleep in my bed. I was going to stay there with you but you kept trying to straddle me-"

"What?" My face started to burn and I gripped the cases of beer to my chest.

He looked over at me and winked. "They don't call me Izzy Stradlin for nothin'."

I grew shaky as I thought back to how my dress had been pulled up, revealing my underwear. I prayed I hadn't flashed him anything.

"Anyway, I didn't want us doing something while you were not in your right mind and I didn't want you waking up and getting the wrong idea-resulting in my murder-so I slept in the bathtub."

I gazed at his back for a while, watching his shoulder blades ripple under the thin white fabric of his shirt as he worked. That was actually really nice of him. Not something I expected from a man in a famous rockband. I figured that they all felt entitled, and as though every woman wanted to throw themselves at them. Granted, I had thrown myself at him, but he had denied me, knowing that I was too drunk to make any good decisions.

"Thanks again, Izzy," I said quietly.

He didn't say anything, just picked up the remainder of the drinks. He turned to me with a grin.

"Let's get back to our game, shall we?"