Angel (Vince Neil, Tommy Lee, Nikki Sixx fan fic)

Chapter 68: MTV After Party

I looked into the mirror and puffed up my hair a little.... Damn, I looked hot, I thought confidently to myself.

I had on a slinky black cocktail dress. It was short and silky and the entire back draped open to reveal my tan skin. I grabbed a pair of gold heels and strutted out of my room like I was on a catwalk.

I cleared my throat dramatically as I entered the living room, causing Chase, who was standing by the door in his tux, to spin around to look at me.

I batted my eyelashes a few times, ready to receive compliments... but instead Chase looked back at me with a serious expression and one eyebrow cocked up suspiciously.

"You're wearing that?" He said. My jaw fell open and I stared back at him, at a loss for words.

"You wanna rephrase that before I-" I started to say before he hurriedly cut me off.

"I just mean why so... sexy?" He asked, as if that was supposed to clear things up?

"Well it's the MTV music awards Chase, people typically dress up for that." I said overly sarcastic as I walked over to the counter and grabbed my purse.

"Yeah, but I'm not in a band. It's not like we're walking the red carpet. We're just sitting next to the guys," He said from behind me.

"Okay? And we're going to the Onyx Lounge for the after party?" I said in a fully annoyed tone, emphasizing the swanky nightclub we'd be at later. I was getting more and more aggravated that I was having to explain myself...

"Heids, I didn't mean anything by it. I just hate when you dress like that sometimes... I know guys are gonna be looking at you all night." He said, walking over to me and running his hand down my exposed back.

Dress like 'that' ??? I thought, like what?

I was thankful he couldn't see my face, because I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"I'll wear whatever the hell I wanna wear. Man up and learn how to be with a bad bitch... or learn how to fight, then you don't even have to worry about other guys."

.... Is what I wanted to say. But I bit my tongue and let out a sigh of frustration before turning to face him, trying to brush off the annoyance with sarcasm.

"You'll be fine, I could just go naked if you want." I said innocently, flashing him a fake smile before walking over to the door.

. . .

We'd come in through the back, since we weren't gonna be on the red carpet getting photographed or interviewed. We found our names on chairs beside the members of Warrant and went ahead and sat down while we waited for people to fill in from outside.

I couldn't help but scan the names on all the chairs around us to see who'd be sitting near by... thankfully, I didn't recognize any of them.

After what seemed like forever, the auditorium had filled and the lights dimmed. We listened as the host talked... people came on stage to perform... nominations were called out and people walked on stage to get their awards and give short little speeches... and finally, it was time for the 'Hottest New Album' award... the one Warrant was up for.

I'd asked Chase all about it... but one thing he'd failed to tell me, or maybe he didn't know either until now, was the people Warrant was up against...

My eyes widen and I gripped the edge of my seat, when I heard the announcer say all of the bands into the microphone:

In this category we have...