80s Band Imagines

❤Duff #3- Drunk

Angst

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I had hung around the boys for as long as I could remember. I was Saul's little sister. Soon as I could, I joined my brother on tours.
I was the "merch girl". I helped set up and pack up t-shirts and everything Guns N Roses you could dream of.

The boys were always good to me. I was a sister to all of them, minus Duff. I was his girlfriend.

This was the boy's second tour since they just released GNR Lies.
Since this was number two, the boys had more money, drugs, and booze.
I knew they all relieved heavily on all of the above. I was a drinker myself, so I had no room to talk. What Scared me was Duff when he was high and drunk.

Duff was never a scary guy. He was the biggest sweetheart you'd ever seen. Literally, He's a foot taller than everyone else.
But mixed with booze, he was more irritable. Drugs made him rude and closed-off.
We'd fought about it a time or two, but it was never a serious thing. Until now.

The boys decided they needed to party even though they had no show that night.
I decided to stay home or on the tour bus.
I sat reading a book I had packed when Duff suddenly waltzed through the door, drunker than fuck.

"You're still up?" He sneered.

"Yea. I was waiting for you to get here so we could go to bed."

"Can't you do anything by yourself?"

"What are you talking about Duff?"

"You're like a fucking leech! Concerts- you're there! The bus- you're here! I can't go anywhere or do anything without you there! So just back the fuck off!"

"I work for you guys! My brother is the goddamn guitarist! So, my bad that I wreck your fun time! But for Christ's sake Duff I go so you don't end up like this!"

"Like what?"
He asks stepping closer.

"Drunk. You can't even stand up straight! Look at you! You reek of vodka!"

"Whatever June, I'll be at the bar."

"How the fuck can you just walk away after everything?"

"Listen to me!" He said, stepping right in front of me.
"Right now, I'd rather be alone, at the bar, with a bottle of vodka. Then here, alone with you, in that bed."

"I- fine. Go."

Silently, Duff walked right back out of the tour bus.

I went to mine and Duff's room and started throwing everything I had into suitcases. Duffle bags. Anything.

"June?"

I turned around and saw Izzy.

"What?"

"What are you doing?"

"Leaving."

"June, back up. When we left you were fine? Now all of a sudden you wanna leave?"

"Mhm. Why don't you ask your dick of a bassist why?"

"June he's wasted. I'm sure whatever he said-"

"He said he'd rather be alone with a bottle of vodka than with me. Do you know how shitty that makes me feel? My own boyfriend would rather kill himself than be with me. He chose vodka over me, Izzy!"

"June. He loves you, he's just drunk."
Izzy sighs.

"Exactly Izzy. He shouldn't be drunk all the goddamn time. Just one night I want him to come home not yell at me and not reek of booze. Just one night Izzy. Is that so much to ask for?"
At the end of my little speech, unshed tears were beginning to fill my eyes.

Izzy, without skipping a beat, wrapped both arms around my small figure, his chin resting on my head.

"Duff is difficult when he's drunk. He doesn't realize what he says to who and how. He doesn't care. You need to talk to him when he's sobe-"

"When Izzy! He's never sober! He drinks all day every day! He can't even go an hour without drinking! Izzy I can't keep battling him for much longer."

"I know kid. C'mon. I'll help you pack. And tomorrow, you talk to Duff. If you still wanna leave, I'll buy your ticket home."

"Thank you, Izzy."

Sooner or later, I passed out, Izzy close by.

Okay, so this is gonna become a series, I guess. Idk, it just feels like it's gonna be too long if I keep it as all one part.