Gateway Drug | Volume I

Gateway Drug | Part Two

Warning(s): Explicit Language

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"So, how did this happen?" I ask the four band members, taking another sip of water while we wait for our food. Vince and Mick glance at me while Nikki doesn't bother looking up from the menu he's pretending to be fascinated by, even though he's already ordered.

I at least expect Tommy to answer me, but he's watching a woman in a short skirt walk by, reaching across the table to hit Vince and Nikki to catch their attention so he can show them the hot chick he discovered.

They watch as she walks by, as if they've never seen the lower half of thighs before, and Mick and I exchange eye contact with unamused looks on our faces.

"Idiots." Mick mumbles, pushing his sunglasses up his nose.

"Horny idiots." I add in the same tone, feeling a little better when the usually stoic face of the guitarist shifts and nearly gives me a smile. Nearly.

I don't think they heard us, and when the woman's too far out of sight and Vince leans back, smirking at me.

"So, Viv, what've you been up to these days?" He asks, completely brushing off my earlier question.

"Same thing I was up to freshman, sophomore and junior year. Focusing on school." I tell him blankly and he rolls his eyes and groans, tilting his head back.

"When the hell are you gonna blow your fuckin' parents off and have fun?" He asks me.

"That's exactly what I've been trying to tell her and she won't listen." Tommy cuts in and I look at him pointedly.

"I snuck out to come see you tonight." I argue. "Dressed like a hooker."

"Not a slutty one," Tommy says it as if it's not good enough. "You're wearing a bra, and your shorts could be a few inches shorter."

"If my mother saw me like this, she would exorcise me." I state tiredly.

"Ugh, she's one of those." Mick comments blankly.

"You have no fucking idea, Mick." Tommy shakes his head as he complains.

"Judging by how boring her spawn is, we have a pretty good idea, T-bone." Nikki speaks finally, tossing the menu aside with a low exhale.

"Wow, you have been on it tonight." I call him out with cut eyes, my arms crossed. "Did you not get all of your anger out during that brawl?"

"Did you not get all of your bitchiness out during the show?" He asks me, furrowing his brows. "You know, we encourage people to get their feelings out during a show so they go home chilled out and not so uptight."

"Well, maybe you should do better next time." I shoot back, getting annoyed with his attitude and he chuckles without humor.

Tommy and Vince stay quiet, letting us bicker, glancing at us quietly as Mick just sits still, keeping his face forward, minding his own business.

"I met Tommy after I left my band, London, and he said he could join me. He knew Vince from school, and we found Mick through a newspaper add." Nikki explains to me with barely any emotion. "That's how this happened."

So, he was listening after all.

"How the fuck did this happen?" He asks next and motions between Tommy and I, and we look at each other.

"We met in first grade." I tell him.

"I put gum in her hair."

"Then tried to get it out with his spit." I add. "Which made it worse."