Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. The author does not own any of the following names or personalities. The author does not imply that the people mentioned within would act or have acted in the ways depicted. No money has been made from this.

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How fucked up is it when your band mates are pretending to do eightballs to cover up the fact that they're fucking? Nikki thinks he's pretty slick, banging on Tommy's door and yelling about it practically every single fucking night. Then he drags Tommy back to his suite, the suite adjoining mine (another bright idea from Nikki-he decided he wanted to be able to come over and work out riffs whenever he felt like it), and fucks Tommy's brains out. I can hear them. I'm too fucking old for all the banging and grunting. I need my beauty sleep.

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