Drunkstars || Ronnie Radke || One-Shot

I woke up, and immediately felt as though I had been run over by a semi-truck.
One filled with a few tons of lead, that is.
Being hungover isn't something doesn't usually happen to me.
On the contrary, if I'm sober enough to remember what happened the night before, I had probably been too sick to drink.
I guess I really am living up to the "sex, drugs, and rock n' roll" lifestyle that I had lusted after when I was younger.
Although, I could have done without the drugs. Those really fucked me up.
I groaned, and got out rolled out of bed. At least I didn't sleep on the top bunk, or that would've hurt like a motherfucking bitch.
Making my way over to the back room of the bus, I saw that the only other person up was Brian. Fucking figures.
He was always playing video games at the weirdest times.
Once I woke up to go to the restroom at like, five AM, he was just sitting there staring at the screen.
I sat down next to him on the couch and groaned again.
"Anything interesting happened last night?," I asked.
"Not really," he said, not taking his eyes off the screen. "You didn't screw anyone, if that's what you wanna know."
That's good. Whenever I fuck a girl I like to remember what she looked like.
My stomatch growled, and I figured I should eat. The only things that had gone into my stomach all day yesterday were some fries and a shit-load of alcohol.
"Wanna go eat something?," I asked him.
"Uhhh," he paused for a moment, and then turned off the game.
"I want Chinese food. Wanna go look for some food?"
Fucking Asian kid, he wants oriental food no matter where the hell we go.
At least he's not Itallian, I'd probably go crazy with so much tomato.
"Sure," I told him, "have any idea where we're at?"
Brian laughed, "Shit man, do you think I really know?"
"Hah, it was worth a try."
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Twenty minutes later we finally found a Chinese buffet.
Luckily for me, it also had food that didn't come from the other side of the world, like steak.
I sat down with a piece of steak and some fries, while Brian kept getting food.
I don't know how that kid manages to look like a stick and intake so much food.
He sat down, and started eating his mile-high plate.
After I finished, I yawned and looked around the place.
I guess I wasn't too hungry after all.
I kept watching the people come out of the restroom, and when this one girl walked out, I could only think of one word.
Boobs.
I tried not to stare at the chick, but it was kinda hard.
It's impolite to stare and all that shit, but those fuckers were so big, and she was really pretty.
I know I wear girl pants and eyeliner, but I am a boy, after all. Dick & all.
Brian started waving his hands in front of my face.
"Dude," he said, "what the hell? You're practically drooling over that chick."
I snapped out of it -sorta- and ate the last fry on my plate.
"Thanks for that," I said, "I think."
I tried to look around the place, to see if I could find the girl, but she had already left.
Fuck.
Next time I go to a resteraunt, I'm making sure that I don't go hungover.
Rest in results.
"I gotta tell you guys," I said into the microphone, "you guys were one of the best fucking crowds ever!"
So what if it was a total lie?
Everytime I say something like that at a show, all the girls go wild.
The show was almost over, and I had been groped quite a few times.
At this point, I could give a fuck who touched me, but it was still a bit weird to imagine that some of them were probably around 12 or 13.
The night was stil young though, and there was so much that could happen between now and when I pass out in my bunk-bed.
We all walked offstage, and I looked for beer.
I didn't have to go too far though, because my manager had a few.
"Want one?," he asked as he held them out.
"Fuck, do you really need to ask me?"
He laughed, "True".
I chugged the whole thing down, but one isn't enough.
It isn't close to what I have on a normal night.
"Head's up!," Max yelled me.
Something come straight at me, and I caught it.
I looked at the bottle, and saw that it was huge bottle of Jack Daniels.
My favorite.
I drank about half of the bottle before passing it over to Brian.
"Hey fucker!," he said when I handed it to him, "you almost finished the bitch."
I grinned at him.
"Of course," I answered, "I'm gonna go meet our adoring fans now."
"More like groupies!," yelled Max.
I laughed at him, but he was right.
I'm not trying to be cocky, but most girls just want to jump into my pants.
But it's not like I'm gonna stop them.
I walked out to the front room where merch was sold, and started singing.
"AND IIIIII WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOOOUUU."
Some little pre-teens giggled at me, and I smirked.
So what if I was making an ass of myself?
They all loved it, and would come back for more next time Escape the Fate came to their town.
I was on my sixth bottle of beer when I saw that girl again.
The girl from the resteraunt.
"Heeeyyy," I yelled at her. "Come over huuurrr..."
I waved at her, and she looked to both sides before looking at me questioningly.
"Um, hello," she said. "Do I know you?"
I smirked at her.
"No, but you should."
The girl rolled her eyes and sighed.
Even while doing that she looked pretty hot.
"Please," she said, "just tell me what you want so I can leave."
I drank the last of my beer and grinned at her.
"You don't want to leave with me?"
That should make her stay.
Every girl at a show wants to fuck the lead singer.
Instead, she scowled at me.
"What do you think I am?," she asked. "A slut?"
I shrugged at her.
I have to admit, she did look like a whore.
"I don't know," I replied. "That's for you to know and me to find out, right?"
I winked at her, and she gasped.
"And to think I liked your band," she scoffed.
"I thought you seemed cool, but now I see that you're just a drunk star who thinks he's hot shit."
She turned around and walked away.
What did I say wrong?
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FIN.
Um, short and pointless, but aren't all one shots?
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