Oh God... well here goes nothing.

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Lights littered the streets, bathing my body in a neon glow. Tonight, I had one hope, and that was to forget. Forget about the long shifts, the weak pay, the trashy apartment I currently resided in, just forget about it all.

My feet took me a route I was all to familiar with, stopping right in front of a door I've opened far to many times for my own good.

Sighing, I stepped inside the smoke filled building. People littered the floor, watching the stage. Oh, I thought, didn't realize someone was performing tonight.

Slowly, I made my way over to the bar, careful not to bump into anybody. 

I sat on an empty stool, eyeing the bartender in hope he'd come over without me needing to flag him down.

Luckily, he saw, making his way over to me from another customer.

"Same as usual," the server asked. 

Looking down, in almost a shameful way, I gave a quiet 'yes'. He nodded, giving me an almost pitiful glance, and turned the other way.

My attention shifted to the stage, where heavy music drifted from. On it was a group of men, five I think, all dressed head to toe in some sort rockstarish outfit.

I couldn't quite make out any of their faces, as the air was thick with smoke. Though, their silhouettes were fairly easy to see, giving enough recognizable detail.

Dragging me out of my thoughts, the bartender came back with my drink. Good ole' Jack Daniels.

I took a long gulp of the brown pigmented liquid. Relishing the sharp sting in the back of my throat. 

With a content sigh, I let a shadow of a smile drift over my face.

Turning my focus back over to the stage, I noticed the music had stopped. The band seemed to have exited as I received my drink.

I took another swig of my drink, and another, and another. The alcohols effects slowly started to take hold of my brain, giving me a relaxed feeling.

Turning back to the bar, I was about to call the server back over for another drink. Only, before I could, I noticed a man next to me who wasn't there before.

I took in his look, slightly taller than me with long, strawberry blond hair. A red and white bandanna covered his forehead.

Trailing my eyes down, I took notice of the leather on leather. A leather vest with leather pants on leather boots.

Looking back up, I noted his sharp facial features, a smirk settled on his lips. Finally I made it to his eyes, gorgeous green eyes with an almost bluish tint to them.

Wait, my heart dropped. Why can I see his eyes so clearly, and why is he smirking? 

My whole face heated up at the realization that he was smirking at me, at the fact I was so blunt in looking him over. Oh God, I glanced to the drink in my hands, a bottle in and I'm already losing my head.

I brought the Jack back to my lips, hoping to get a few more drops of alcohol to settle the embarrassment. But, much to my dismay, the bottle was empty.

"Want another," the mans voice brought me to reality. 

Blinking a few times, the only sound that would come out of my mouth was a steady 'uhhhh'. Not comprehending what he just asked.

"I asked if you wanted another drink," he chuckled at my confusion. I could feel a knot form in the pit of my stomach at the sound of his voice. So deep, so smooth. 

Still not really remembering how to actually form a word, I just give a quick nod. He turned back, leaning on the bar, waving for the servers attention. The smirk never leaving his face.

A minute later, the leather clad man was facing me, yet again, only this time with a Jack Daniels in his hand.

"Here ya go doll," he handed me the drink, "on me." I blushed another shade of red at the name.

Closing my eyes, I took the biggest gulp I could handle, finally feeling my nerves start to settle from being with this stranger.

Re-opening my eyes, I looked up to meet his gaze again. The same slyness still covering his facial features.

"Thanks," I gave a small mumble. Not really sure if he heard it or not, but the shake of his head said he did.

"So what's a little lady like you doing drinking such a hard liquor like that," his question caught me off guard.

I gave a second to think, not knowing how to respond.

"Life," I gave the honest answer.

The almost cocky expression that's been accompanying his face seemed to disappear, as if he understood exactly what I meant.

"I'm Axl by the way," he introduced himself. Axl, my mind ran over that name, odd, but it was fitting.

"Oh, yeah, I'm y/n," I finally said, extending my hand to shake his.

"So, did you like the band that was performing," Axl pointed towards the stage where said band was performing just moments ago.

"Yeah, didn't hear much of it though. But the singing seemed unique," I answered, slightly confused at why he was asking. Probably to start a conversation, you idiot, I yelled to myself in my head.

"Thanks," his response threw me off. "That was my band, I'm the singer," Axl explained, probably seeing the growing confusion on my face.

"Oh," I scanned him again, taking note of the sweat beads on his tattoo covered arms and the way his hair plastered to his face. 

And so it went from there. We started talking, we'd ask each other questions. Though I realized after the first few of my questions, he was quite snappy on when I asked about his life.

 I'd tell him about my horrible job, he'd point out one of his band members each time one was close enough to see. And every time my drink would run out, he'd buy me another. This was, sadly, the most fun I've had in a long time.

Before I knew it, I was completely shitfaced. It got bad enough that he wouldn't even buy me another drink.

"Please," I'd beg, "just one more drink." To which his response was always the same, no.

"Fine, I'll buy my own drink," I started pouting like a two year old. Clumsily, I made my way to the bar, well tried to anyways.

I tripped on someones foot, sending me barreling towards the ground. Fortunately for me, the hard contact to my face never came.

Instead, a strong arm wrapped itself around my waist, bringing me back to a steady stand on my feet.

Turning to look at my savior, I was met with the classic smirk on the ginger haired mans face. 

"You're drunk, y/n," Axl laughed.

"I'm fine," I scowled, shaking his hand off of me. Embarrassment filled me from the close contact. 

Amusement danced in his eyes

"I'll take you home darling, doubt you'd be able to leave without help," he told me, more as a statement than an offer.

Not wanting to put up a fight, I gave in, letting him lead the way. On the way out, Axl looked to another man, one with a cigarette stuck in his mouth and a mop of curly black hair.

The mop with a body pointed to me and gave Axl a thumbs up.

"Wasted piece of shit," I heard the red head mutter, rolling his eyes in the mans direction.

Walking outside, I gave Axl directions back to my apartment. At least I tried to, my drunken state not really helping.

We walked, making a turn every once in awhile. Every time I thought I was close to home, it'd only turn out not to be. 

I could tell my intoxicated confusion was starting to aggravate Axl. He'd scowl and grumble about random things each time I gave the wrong direction.

It was probably about thirty minutes into me leading the ginger on a goose chase that I finally stopped.

"Are we finally th-" he cut off mid sentence seeing me start to double over. "Oh shit."

My stomach started churning as disgusting bile started to rise back up into my throat. Before I could stop myself, I was hunched over, spewing everything onto Axl's boots.

I was expecting him to get mad and back away from me in disgust. But instead, he gently guided me over to a spot of grass and rubbed my back, waiting for me to finish.

Once the alcohol was expelled from my stomach, I looked over to Axl with sullen smile on my face.

"I'm so fucking sorry," I apologized, gesturing to his shoes. Suddenly sobering up. 

His face twitched with a few different emotion. My guess was it was hard for him to control his temper, given how easily he'd snap at me when we were talking earlier.

"It's fine, doll," and there it was, that name again. The one that made my stomach twist.

"Do you at least know how to get home from here," he asked, waving around at the surrounding area.

Shamefully, I shook my head. We were lost.

Helping me stand back up, Axl shook the vomit off his feet.

"Follow me," he instructed. Not questioning it, I did as I was told and trailed behind.

It wasn't long before tiredness started coming off of me in waves. My feet started to drag and next thing I new, I was being scooped up into the gingers arms.

Axl started to say something, but my mind was far to gone. I leaned my head into his chest, letting the steady pace of walking lull me into a daze. His deep voice accompanied by the vibration of his chest comforted me.

And before I knew it, I was out cold, asleep in a beautiful strangers grasp.

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Okay, well that was weird.

Not sure I got Axls personality right, but hey I tried. Tell me what you think and feel free to request!

Edit: Okay so, this has been meaning to have been posted for close to a year now, I just never actually posted it, but here it is now. The request thing still stands, would love peoples ideas.