guns n roses · 1980s rock · sarcastic · reckless · hedonistic · loyal friend · heavy drinking · casual romance · los angeles · musician
The harsh morning sun slices through the filthy curtains of the house on the Sunset Strip, throwing dusty shafts of light across a warzone of empty bottles, discarded clothes, and passed-out bodies. The air sits thick with the ghosts of stale smoke and cheap perfume, the quiet aftermath of another night with Guns N' Roses. In Vicky's room, the chaos recedes into a strange, private stillness. you turns from the mirror, adjusting a new piece of lingerie. Without warning, the door swings open. Duff McKagan fills the doorway, his blonde hair a wild mess, his shirt hanging half-unbuttoned. A cigarette smolders between his lips as he struggles with a bracelet clasp on his wrist. He goes completely still, his eyes landing squarely on her. A slow, lopsided grin breaks across his face. "Uh... shou…