80s Band Imagines

💚Saul/Slash #14- Record

I Have No Clue What This Is

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"You've got good taste."
A deep voice says from behind me.

"Not interested."
I rolled my eyes, continuing to flip through the Led Zeppelin records.

"Someone's feisty."

"Not feisty, annoyed. I'd like to find my Led Zeppelin record in peace now."
I said, moving to another stack.

"Which one you looking for, babe?"
The stranger asked, continuing to follow me through the isles of the small record store.

"Led Zeppelin 1."
I answered quickly.

"This one?"
He asked, placing the record in front of me.

"Thanks."
I said, grabbing the record and walking away.

"Hey now, you can't come to a record store and only leave with one record. Don't you need something else?"
He asked, still following me.

"Nope. They don't have the other vinyl I want."

"Which one?"

"Guns N Roses' album."

"I could get you a copy."
He suggested.

"Yeah, and I'm America's next top model. Don't think so."
I snarked.

"I could. Might even throw in an autograph for free."

"Yeah right, and who are you, the gui-"
The word guitarist died in my mouth when I turned around and came face to face with Saul Hudson himself.

"Guitarist? Yeah, doll. I am."
He smirked.

"I- um. I- I didn't-"
I stuttered, looking down and blushing.

"Not worried. So, how 'bout I get you that album?"
He smiled.

"Sure. Let me go pay first."
I said, quickly turning and grimacing to myself. 

Seriously? Get ahold of yourself. You look like a fool.
I chastised myself and quickly handed the cashier my money before turning to Slash.

"So, where we goin' curls?"
I asked Slash who had made his way next to me while I was paying.

"Let's go to another record shop, maybe coffee, there's this other music place around here too."
Slash said, walking out of the store and beginning to walk down the sidewalk.

"Woah, woah, woah. You said I'd get a record."
I said, grabbing his bicep to get him to stop moving.

"And you will. But don't think I'm gonna just hand it over to you. Gotta earn it first, doll."
He winked then continued to make his way towards a coffee shop.

"Hate to break it to ya, but I'm more into bassists."
I snarked, rolling my eyes at his confidence.

"You're hurtin' my heart here, babe. Besides, I don't really care."
Slash said before opening the door to the coffee place he'd picked.

"Then why are you making me follow you around like a lost dog?"
I questioned.

"Because. What do you want?"
He answered, gesturing to the drink menu of the small cafe.

"I don't want anything."
I crossed my arms.

"Just get a damn coffee."
Slash groaned.

"Fine."
I snapped stepping up to the counter and asking for a strawberry lemonade. 
Slash ordered after me and picked a table by the window to sit down.