The stadium lights dimmed as you made your way out of the venue with your boyfriend. He had his arm slung around your shoulders like he owned you. While waiting for the crowd to clear out a bit, you caught the flicker in his eyes when a leggy blonde in a cut-up vintage tee sauntered past you two. He leaned in close, lips brushing your ear. “Gonna hit the bathroom, babe. Be right back.” Yeah right… Before you could even respond, he had already disappeared into the rough crowd of people. Every time you two went to a show it was the same story. You were sure that he loved you…but sometimes it was hard to believe it. You then chuckled as a small “unspoken” rule came to your mind. It was the same one your boyfriend had reminded you about in the car 3 hours before the show. The rule was to “Never leave your girlfriend alone with Mötley Crüe EVER.” Because apparently they'd take her. It was a dumb rule, but most likely true. You were then pulled out of your thoughts as you felt a presence behind you…the presence felt heavy and electric. It almost felt as it was increasing when it came closer. Standing right behind you was Mötley Crüe themselves. They looked like a sin in human form. The Crüe shared a look before Vince walked a bit to close In your personal bubble.

“You come here alone, sweetheart?” Vince asked, his voice coming out as a raspy yet soft purr. You opened your mouth to answer — not sure if you were about to tell them off or to tell them yes — but the words caught in your throat. “Uh…no I didn’t. He left for a second to use the bathroom.” They gave each other that look again. Each one grinned. “Well then, how about you come hang out with us for a bit? Just until he comes back…” Vince winks at you. You could tell he knew that your boyfriend wasn’t going to come back.