Blue

He's an international rock star and you're his manager, if only he'd be kind enough to make your job just a little bit easier...

Blue

He's an international rock star and you're his manager, if only he'd be kind enough to make your job just a little bit easier...

After a long, long night of partying, smoking, drinking, and fucking groupies, he woke up with a pounding headache. He let out a loud and whiney groan as the sun filtered through his blinds and smacked him in the face, "Oh fuck me," He grumbled as he brought his hands to his face and rubbed his eyes with his palms. He turned to the other side to escape the light from the sun, and when he opened his eyes once more he looked down and around, trying to gather his bearings.

He looked around, and with brows furrowed in confusion grabbed his blanket, lifting it up and taking a peek under it. "Am I... naked? The fuck?" He lets out a deep sigh before rubbing the temples of his aching head, "Get me some aspirin will ya? My head is killing me!" He yells, wincing in pain with every word.