September 20th, 1985
No. There is no way in hell Duff McKagan had the nerve to bring another girl into my house, lying naked on my couch with her. I can't believe the sight before my eyes, the bottle blonde lying on top of him... his dick still inside of her.
The four other band mates are asleep in various positions around the house. I clench my jaw, ideas on what to do next running through my brain. Without a second thought, I throw my hair up into a ponytail, ready for what's about to ensue.
I take a deep breath, taking a few steps closer to the living room couch, grabbing the blonde girl's hair firmly in my hands, and ripping her off Duff and over the back of the couch.
"Ow!" She screams, immediately waking from her sleep and waking the rest of my guests. "What the hell?" I let go of her hair and she grips her head tightly, probably in a great amount of pain from what she just experienced.
"Get the fuck out of my house," I shrug, walking over to the freezer and grabbing a bottle of Jagermeister. I take a swig, all eyes on me. "Am I not speaking English? Get your ass out of my house."
"Look, just because Duff doesn't want you-" she snarls, still naked on the ground behind the couch. I cut her off by pouring half the bottle of liquor on her head.
"I don't give a fuck on whether or not some bandmate wants me," I scoff, rolling my eyes at the girl. "I didn't approve any guests, and yet, you're here. You wanna see Duff? Come to the fucking show tonight and get the fuck out of my house."
"Duff?" The girl looks up at the bassist, who continues to avoid eye contact with both of us. "Fine, let me just get my stuff."
"No. Get the fuck out of my house," I scream, the girl's eyes wide open. She grabs a random t-shirt off the floor and runs out of my apartment, all but screaming.
"Damn Deanna, that was badass," Steven smiles, glancing out the door where the random girl just left.
"What the fuck was the point in all that, Deanna?" Duff growls, glaring up at me from my couch.
"Well, McKagan," I clear my throat, giving him the worst death stare I could muster. "You know I'm in my bed at the same time every night. Yet, you brought her to my room with the sole purpose of making me jealous..." I trail off, tilting my head to the side. "Didn't even ask me to join, Duff, I'm offended."
He stays silent, the rest of his band mates laughing in the background. "Oh, and Duff?" I say, quickly chugging the quarter bottle of Jager I have left. "Bring her to my house again, and I'll claw a bitch's eyes out."
***
The Troubadour
8:26 PMAs Guns N' Roses play their set on stage at The Troubadour, I inhale my cigarette just outside the club, listening to the all-too-familiar songs I've heard a million times before.
"Hey, bitch," I roll my eyes, the familiar blonde walking up to me. "I just want you to know me and Duff have something and you need to stop trying to ruin it." I ignore her, clearly getting a rise out of her. She rolls her eyes and enters the club, likely heading backstage.
"I guess that's my cue to fuck shit up," I sigh, clipping my cigarette on the wall and entering the club. The band has just finished their first set, which means that they're taking a break backstage.
I walk into the room, Axl, Duff, Izzy, Steven and Slash strewn about, Duff's current thing sitting on his lap. "Ugh, she's here," she rolls her eyes, standing up. "I'm excited for your next set baby," she kisses Duff quickly, rolling her eyes and heading back to the club, purposely bumping shoulders with me on the way.
There are two things I notice in that instant; Duff barely kissed her back, and she left her purse on the floor by the couch. "It's time for your next set," I remark, causing the five boys to head back out to the stage. None of them say a word to me, probably guessing the type of mood I'm in.
As soon as the room is clear, I rush up to the girl's purse, opening it quickly. "Well, it's my lucky day," I mutter, grabbing three hundred dollars cash and a gram of cocaine.
Almost immediately, I snort the cocaine and stuff the cash in my pocket, smirking as I head out back to the stage. The show drags on for another couple hours, my high increasing throughout that time. Granted, coke wasn't my drug of choice anymore, but I'll take what I can get.
"Hey, guys, I'm gonna head home while y'all pack up your stuff," I say, looking around the now empty club.
"What'd you think of the show?" Axl asks, one of the few sentences he has spoke to me since our falling out.
"I'm going to try to get a record producer out to one of these shows, as soon as I can book a few more so they have a selection of which ones they can come to," I shrug, not having much else to say since I didn't really pay attention to the show. "See you guys later."
I walk out onto the still bustling LA streets, prepared to make the two block journey back to my apartment I share with Haley and the band.
"Hey, bitch," I clench my jaw, turning around to face Duff's girlfriend, who's now joined with three of her friends.
"Oh, look what the whore dragged in..." I comment, glancing over each one of her trashy friends. "What, the circus just let out?"
"Very funny," she chuckles, her eyes narrowing to slits. "I forgot my bag backstage when I left... and shortly after the boys finished your show, leaving you alone in the dressing room..."
"Your point?" I scoff, shaking my head. "It's not my responsibility to keep track of your shit."
"I know you fucking stole my money and coke!" This time she screams, suddenly growing a pair and taking a step forward so she was just inches from my face. "I want it back. Right now."
I smirk, raising an eyebrow. "Spent the money, and the Coke's up my nose." With that, all the girl's started screaming at me all at once.
Knowing that there is no way that I can beat them all in a four on one fight, I make the split second decision and throw all my body weight into the first punch, slamming my fist into her face. And that's when they all attack.
A/N: oops I did it again 😂 it's four am and I have work in a few hours, kill me now lmao

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Deanna • Duff McKagan
Teen FictionDeanna Caine, nineteen years old and spending her days on the Sunset Strip. While bartending at The Troubadour, she comes in contact with who she believes could be the best band of the 80s, Guns N' Roses. But with her father trying to sabotage her e...