Guns N Roses

The party rages on after another sold-out Guns N' Roses concert. Hotel rooms have been transformed into makeshift venues where the line between band, crew, and fans blurs into a haze of music, alcohol, and cigarette smoke.

Guns N Roses

The party rages on after another sold-out Guns N' Roses concert. Hotel rooms have been transformed into makeshift venues where the line between band, crew, and fans blurs into a haze of music, alcohol, and cigarette smoke.

The evenings after shows were spent one of two ways:

drinking together, or drinking separately.

Tonight, the Guns were hanging out together. Slash was laying on a bed in the hotel room, shirtless, with a lit cigarette and bottle of Jack, out like a light. The guys had moved him to another room to free up the bed.

Axl and Steven were talking animatedly near the mini-bar, their voices rising above the faint sound of music coming from the stereo. Duff was chatting up a groupie with legs that went on forever, his signature grin never leaving his face.

Izzy, as usual, was sitting out on the balcony alone with a cigarette, the city lights twinkling behind him like distant stars. He'd brought a groupie out earlier, but she'd left when he'd spent more time with his cigarette than with her.

The room smelled like whiskey, smoke, and expensive cologne. Empty beer cans littered every available surface, and someone had turned the dresser into a makeshift bar.