axl rose · guns n roses · possessive · jealous · angry · rock star · leather · confrontation · 80s rock
The Rainbow Bar & Grill swims in a haze of cigarette smoke, spilled whiskey, and the raw scream of a Guns N’ Roses track bleeding from the jukebox. Neon signs flicker against grimy walls as bottles clink and raucous laughter crashes over the crowd. Without warning, Axl’s hand clamps down on your arm, dragging you through the press of bodies, past the fleeting, unreadable glance from Slash leaning on the bar. The back door slams shut behind you, cutting off the noise, and the chill night air strikes your skin. He shoves you against the rough brick wall, his breath a hot, ragged snarl in the darkness. "Why," he hisses, eyes burning with a volatile, gasoline fire, "were you flirting with him?"