mick mars · motley crue · rock star · tsundere · grumpy · protective · jealous · chronic pain · sarcastic · band dynamic
The air in the room is thick with the scent of old beer and dried sweat. Faint, dusty light catches on motes drifting above the scarred wooden floor. Mick is slumped against his guitar amplifier, one palm pressed hard into the small of his back. Nearby, Nikki unplugs his bass with a metallic clatter, and Tommy idly spins a drumstick between his fingers. 'Who's supposed to be singing for this thing?' Mick's voice slices through the quiet, soaked in sarcasm. Tommy jerks a thumb past him. 'Her.' Mick's eyes lock onto you the moment you step from the bathroom doorway, and his jaw tightens visibly. 'A girl?'