Chapter 39 - Low Blow

                                    

                                          
■Previous Chapters: 34, 7, 4, 2, 1
                          
■Corresponding Chapter: 38
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"As much as you think that you're the boss guy around here, you're not. You can't force me to do shit." Vince says to Nikki.
                          
"How about I simply tell everyone exactly why you're acting like a little, juvenile douchebag."
                          
"How about I tell everyone what you and lanky lunkhead have been up to, or maybe into... each other's assholes."
                          
"You know what? Seriously, Vince, why don't you just fucking go home until we need you? Home to L.A."
                          
"Maybe I will. Just so you know, Nikki, you started this rift. Playing a fucking tease. I don't dig that shit. And since you chose to go that route, you can deal with the fucking aftermath."
                          
Nikki doesn't have a reply, and just turns to leave the room.~
                          
"Nik, that's it. You're sending me home?"
                          
"Do what you want to do," Nikki says, opening the door, leaving.
                          
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Nikki returns to the studio, "Come on guys, let's get back to work."
                          
"Where's Vince?" Tommy asks.
                          
"We can do this without him for now," Nikki says dryly. "I'm not sure if he's coming back to the studio today."
                          
"What happened?"
                          
"I don't want to talk about it. I just want to get back to work."
                          
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Several hours later, with demo tracks for the song laid down, the band leaves the studio for home.~
                          
Mick walks into his apartment, and sees Vince having nearly all of his belongings packed up in suitcases.
                          
"Going on a trip?" Mick asks.
                          
"Yeah, home." Vince replies.
                          
"Right as we start recording demos? Seems like bad timing."
                          
"Talk about it to that little whiny bitch in the other apartment. It was his idea. My limo is here. Later." Vince says, grabbing his bags and leaving.
                          
"When are you coming back, dipshit?"
                          
Vince answers him with the middle finger.
                          
Mick calls the other apartment. "Nikki! What the fuck! Vince just left with all of this belongings to go home! Did you tell him to go?"
                          
"Sure did. We don't need him right now."
                          
"Fuck you, Nikki. Whatever is going on between you two, you've obviously let your giant ego dictate the outcome without even conferring with us!"
                          
"Because it's fucking personal."
                          
"Oh, right Nik. So when this band fails, we can all personally blame you."
                          
"It's not going to fucking fail. We're just going to get some fucking stuff done without that asshole being a disturbance."
                          
"It's not good for our dynamics. How is Vince going to catch up on all of the vocals and do them well, without being part of the creative process."
                          
"Same as it's always been. He gets bored watching us compose shit, and then he starts rambling and doing distracting shit. I can't deal with that right now!"
                          
"Oh OK, so it's whatever Prince Nikki wants. Well I don't happen to think that it's a good idea to send him away when we're trying to bond and make a comeback album. He's going to feel like an outcast, and not put his best foot forward! I suggest that you get his ass back here as soon as possible!"
                          
"Let me put it to you this way. It's him or me. I can't have him around right now. So fuck off!!" Nikki screeches slamming the phone down.
                          
Mick immediately goes over to Nikki's apartment, and pounds on the door. Tommy answers.~
                          
"Out of the way, broomstick! Where's that motherfucker!"
                          
Tommy shrugs and is seemingly confused, "Uh, Sixx!!!! Company!!!"
                          
But before Nikki even has a chance to emerge, Mick makes a beeline for the bedroom door, and kicks it in.
                          
"Where the fuck is he!!" Mick snarls.
                          
"If you're looking for Nikki, you might want to try that kung-fu shit on his bedroom door, not mine, psycho. Nikki!! If you don't have an ass-kicking scheduled on your agenda for today, I would suggest that you jump out of your bedroom window right about now!!" Tommy howls.
                          
"Out of my way, Tom!" Mick spits as he gears up for another ass-whooping on the other bedroom door.
                          
Just as Mick goes into action, Nikki opens his bedroom door, which causes the guitarist to nearly end up in a full split on the floor, along with split pants.
                          
"Ow, fuck me. I think I pulled something. Damn you, Nikki!" Mick grunts trying to pick himself up off the floor as gracefully as possible, with his ass crack hanging out.
                          
Tommy and Nikki are hysterically laughing.~
                          
"I didn't know the moon was visible this early," Tommy sneers.
                          
"The sun is still shining, maybe you can catch a tan on your blinding, pasty bum if you act quickly." Nikki snorts.
                          
Mick gets to a standing position and aggressively hobbles over to Nikki to grab him by the throat. However, Nikki is laughing too hard to notice the warning that his windpipe is about to be squeezed shut.
                          
"Wait, you just gave me a great idea Mick, for our stagewear for our next tour." Nikki barely chokes out.
                          
Mick, not liking to be shown up, resorts to the off-limits gesture of kneeing Nikki in the balls, causing him to drop to the ground, now sputtering a mixture of laughs and painful groans.
                          
Dude!! What'd you do that for?! Nikki kind of needs those fucking things!" Tommy says, angry that Mick broke their unspoken group pact of no groin kicks or ball taps. "Nik, you OK?"
                          
"Uhh, shit. I'll be OK," Nikki grunts holding his junk while rolling on his side.
                          
Mick gets down on his knees to lean over Nikki, full ass crack exposure for Tommy to see, "You better fucking call that blonde-headed bastard back here, Sixx, or I will sit directly on your face right now."
                          
"OK, you win. I'll call him tomorrow."
                          
Choose:
                          
●Nikki calls Vince, and convinces him to return to Vancouver right away. Go To Chapter 40.
                          
●Nikki calls Vince, and gets hung up on. Go To Chapter 41.
                          
■Previous Chapters: 34, 7, 4, 2, 1
                          
■Corresponding Chapter: 38