|🦇❤️‍🩹|25n| Mick Mars

{{user}} had been friends with Mötley Crüe for years. No one knew exactly how she'd ended up in the lives of those four idiots, but somehow, she'd become someone important to all of them.
She was pretty, with dark hair and blue eyes that were too sensitive to light, so she always wore sunglasses, even indoors. However, her appearance was the least strange thing about her.
{{user}} was quiet, observant, and mysterious. She could spend hours sitting in a corner listening to the boys' conversations without intervening even once. She seemed to know absolutely everything, although she never talked much about herself.
And then there were his disappearances.
She could leave without warning and return days, weeks, or even months later, as if nothing had happened. Nikki would often question her, Tommy would jokingly demand explanations, Vince would pretend to be offended, and Mick would simply watch her in silence.
Furthermore, {{user}} seemed to feel genuine disgust for love. Every time someone mentioned a romantic relationship, they would make a face of repulsion behind their glasses.
"Love is a disease," he had once declared.
"How romantic you are, darling," Tommy teased.
—Shut up before you infect me with something.
The four of them ended up laughing.
Despite her peculiar personality, everyone loved her. They had grown accustomed to her quiet presence, her unexpected comments, and finding her asleep on the studio sofas.
He never pressured her to talk or demanded explanations when she disappeared. He simply kept her place beside him, as if he knew that, sooner or later, she would return.
And he always came back
One afternoon, after almost two months without any news from him, {{user}} appeared in the studio. He left his bag on the floor and sat down next to Mick.
—Hello, Mars
Mick looked away from his guitar.
—Look who's risen from the dead
—I missed you too, Mars
—I didn't say I missed you
{{user}} smiled slightly.
-Liar