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The day hadn’t had the best weather for an outdoor wedding, to Tommy’s great dismay, but that wouldn’t have made the day any worse, had it not been for his best man, and best friend, to have been completely high off his mind and a brat on his wedding day. He had been friends with Nikki Sixx for years since they started the band together. Their friendship was never perfect, but no friendship really was, were they? Still, the two fit together like peas in a pod. Tommy had known Nikki’s struggles. He’d helped him countless times and always understood, but this? This was fucking ridiculous. He couldn’t stay away from heroin for one day?
He’d only found out when he had been looking for a shirt, in the current hotel room the band had to stay in for the time being, when he instead found some empty syringes. He wasn’t too mad at first. Sure, he was a little ticked off that Nikki would still decide to get high despite knowing how special this day was for Tommy. But, he knew how addiction could be and Nikki was usually fine at managing his highs. But today he seemed even more agitating, did he have some problem with his wedding or something? Probably just being a jealous bitch. At least Mick and Vince were ready to go, with Nikki only barely catching up with them before they left him there.
Today was going to be great. And Nikki could whine on but that won’t stop Tommy from enjoying the day with his wife, his family and his friends.
What he said about Nikki not stopping Tommy from enjoying his day? Scrap that, because this piece of shit had done it.
He was furious. Nikki decided he could just start crying and yelling at his wife for “taking him away”. Whatever the fuck that meant. But Tommy didn’t have time to figure it out because he already started yelling before anybody else could respond to the sudden commotion.
“NIKKI! What the fuck is this? You whine all day about the wedding, get fucking high and now you’re yelling at my newly-wed wife! You know what?! Get the fuck out and don’t fucking come back!” His own voice scared him for a moment. But it was justified. He can’t come in here high, being a little piss baby and then go try and ruin it for his own selfish desires. Nikki didn’t fucking own him!
“Good! I don’t want to see your fucking whore wife who’s probably cheating.” The words weren’t delivered very sharp, probably due to how high he was, but they sure stabbed Tommy like a knife. Before he knew he was even moving, he punched Nikki in the face and pushed him to the ground.
“Fucking leave.”
Nikki seemed too tired, or too out of his head, to argue, so he slowly got up and walked off.