Slash's Snakepit

Slash's pov~

I'm already deep into it.

Whiskey burning down my throat, coke buzzing through my veins, everything feeling just the right amount of off. The kind of dizzy that's nice, the kind that wraps around me like a warm fucking blanket.

The Roxy's a goddamn blur: faces blend together, voices slur into one long, messy hum. Izzy's next to me, barely holding himself up, laughing at some shit I don't remember saying. There's an empty glass in my hand, and I think I was about to get another drink, but then-

And then-

"Slassshhhhhh!"

I blink.

What the fuck.

I turn just as Grace stumbles up to me, grinning like an idiot, eyes wide, pupils blown.

And holy shit.

She's wasted.

Like, gone.

And not just drunk wasted- no, no, no. This is a different kind of fucked up. This is I-just-did-coke-for-the-first-time wasted.

"You." She points a finger at me, like she's trying to be serious but can't quite remember how. "Youuuu are soooo..." She trails off, frowning.

I lift a brow. "I'm so... what?"

She blinks. "Wait, what was I saying?"

I chuckle. "Fuck me."

Her face lights up. "Okay!"

I stare at her.

Then I burst out laughing.

Izzy snorts next to me, shaking his head, muttering something under his breath, but I don't even catch it because holy shit.

She stares at me. Like she's trying to process the words. Then she just grins back. "I did coke."

I snort. "Yeah, no fucking kidding."

She plops down next to me, way too close, her knee pressing against mine. "Dave gave it to me."

I blink. "Mustaine?"

She nods way too enthusiastically. "Yeah! He said I seemed tense."

I fucking laugh. "Yeah, well. You don't seem tense now."

She throws her arms up. "I'm so fucking relaxed, Slash. Like- like my bones are relaxed."

I raise a brow. "That's... not how that works."

She gasps. Legitimately gasps. "You're so smart."

I choke on my drink. "What?"

"You know so much," she insists, grabbing my arm. "Like, how do you know how coke works? Did you, like... study it?"

I stare at her. "Baby, I do coke."

She blinks. Thinks about it. Then nods very seriously. "That makes so much sense."

I can't fucking breathe.

I lean back, shaking my head, watching her with amusement. "Jesus, you're a lightweight."

She grins. "I'm adorable."

I smirk. "That, too."

She hums, tipping her head to the side, eyes dragging over me in a way that's way less annoyed than usual. "You're hot."

I pause.

Then grin. "Yeah?"

She nods, looping her arms around my neck. "So hot."