I followed closely behind Izzy, enjoying the trail of cologne and cigarette smoke that wafted off of him. When we reached the table, Izzy dropped the glasses and bottles onto the table and I mimicked his actions, setting the beer down and grabbing one for myself.

I sat down at the table and settled back into the game. It was currently Steven's turn.

"Abby," he began, clearing his throat with that boyish grin on his face.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Yes?"

He seemed to be holding back a laugh as he said, "You got any 2's?"

My mouth dropped open and I threw my cards at him. They flew through the air-one landed in his hair, the other floated until it landed onto the ground beside him.

"You are a band of cheaters!" I accused.

The three men burst into laughter, and Izzy and I exchanged a look. They probably snuck peeks at both of our hands while we were getting them drinks. The bastards.

"Cheating?" Slash made an appalled face. "Abby! I'm hurt that you would even suggest-"

"Bullshit," I muttered.

They only responded with more laughter. Izzy shrugged his shoulders with a passive smile. I couldn't help but grin back. I hadn't had this much fun playing cards in a while.

There was a creak coming from the doorway and we all paused and glanced back to see Axl and Jasey standing in the doorway to the dining room. I locked eyes with Jasey and her face went beet red. Instantly, the guys and I pointed at them and fell into another fit of giggles.

Jasey shot me a sour look but Axl simply strolled over to the table and picked up a pack of cigarettes. Duff let out a whiny "hey!" and I could only assume that those were his cigarettes Axl had chosen to steal from. Ignoring Duff's complaint, Axl brought the stick up to his lips and lit the end, inhaling deeply and expelling smoke like a chimney.

"What's up?" Axl motioned to the alcohol and cards.

"Go Fish," Slash said.

Axl nodded, satisfied with the response. He pulled up a chair and took a seat beside Slash. I scoot over in my seat and patted the empty space, silently inviting Jasey to sit beside me, but she shook her head and motioned for me to meet her in the kitchen. I looked back at the band and realized it was my turn to play, since they were all staring at me intently. I stood and handed my cards to Axl.

"Play for me, they fucked me over anyway," I gave Duff, Steven, and Slash the stink eye before following Jasey into the kitchen.

"Oh my god, Abby!"

I rolled my eyes. "Please, Jasey, I'm really not all that interested in Axl's dick-"

She shook her head, her eyes gleaming. "No! This is even better than that!"

"Better than Axl's dick?" I feigned surprise. "This I gotta hear."

Jasey swatted at my arm playfully. "Shut up! Listen, after the amazing sex"-I cringed as I remembered my friend being pounded into by the ginger-"Axl told me that the guys have been looking for a couple of hot chicks to sell merch at the concerts."

I held my hand up in her face, making her stop talking. I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration. "You did not just agree for us to be Axl's roadie bitches."

Jasey bit her lower lip and gave me a sheepish smile. I could've clobbered her right then and there.

"Are you fucking nuts?" I demanded.

"Shh!" Her eye brows furrowed and she held her hands out, ready to clamp them over my mouth if I didn't calm down. I wasn't having it. Jasey had always had a knack for getting into trouble and dragging me down with her, but this was probably the worst.

"We have jobs! We have responsibilities! We have an apartment!" I hissed at her.

She planted her fists on her hips and stared me down. "I'm going."

I gaped at her. "What about college?"

She shrugged. "The tour is next month. By then, well have taken our finals and we'll be free to do as we please."

"Our apartment?" I reminded her.

"We can clean up before we go. Clean out the fridge, clean up any messes, pay our rent in advance..."

"Jasey, this is stupid," I finally said. "We aren't going to uproot ourselves from everything just because you want to take a ride on Axl's fire crotch."

Jasey didn't budge. She folded her arms over her chest and continued to stare me down. Her long, black hair was tousled and her make up was smeared. She was wearing one of Axl's red flannels, completely unbuttoned so you could see her lacy black bra and underwear. If she wasn't my friend, I'd say she was a slut. But I knew her better. I knew who and how she was deep down, and I knew I couldn't let her do this alone. She wouldn't come out alive.

"Fine," I muttered, running my fingers through my hair. "Fucking fine. But if I get raped, fondled, or mounted in anyway, shape, or form, I swear-"

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Jasey squealed and jumped up and down. She grabbed me by my waist and pulled me up into the air. I shrieked in surprise, but then began to chuckle at the joy my friend felt. As much as she pissed me off, it was next to impossible to hate her.

I noticed five heads poke around the corner to see what all of the commotion was about. When they saw the two of us horsing around, they began to hiccup with laughter.

"So I'm guessing it's a 'yes'?" Axl's voice cut through our giggles.

Jasey stopped spinning me around and we both turned to him, nodding our heads in approval.