Sebastian's head was throbbing, and his stomach was churning. He stirred from beneath his covers, groaning loudly. When would he learn? He could not handle alcohol, nor could he handle blow.

   Savannah had been awake as well, just laying on Rachel's bed and eyeballing the ceiling absently. When she heard Sebastian's noise, she sat up, a little startled, and more than a little enthused that she was now able to converse with a human.

   "Baz?" she prodded when he didn't make a move to talk to her.

   "Yeah," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand. "I'm up."

   "How are you feeling?"

   "How do you think?" he asked with a chuckle, sitting up slowly.

   He looked at her, and it felt unfair that she had just woken up, yet she still looked beautiful. Her hair was all over the place, her eyeliner and lipstick were smudged from the pillow, and she was wiping her mouth of the traces of dried drool. Yet, she still was a sight for sore eyes.

   "Like shit," he finished, dragging a hand down his face. "How about you? How'd you sleep?"

   "Okay," she answered, shrugging. "I woke up a few times from people being rowdy, but I've slept worse." She stretched before asking, "Do you think everyone's gone yet?"

   Sebastian glanced at the alarm clock on his bureau, and the blood red numbers told him that it was 9:30. "Maybe, maybe not. They're either gone or passed out around the house. Either way, they won't be much of a bother."

   Savannah nodded, and the two sat in silence for a little while, but she broke the silence. "You were pretty messed up last night, man."

   "I was, indeed," he chuckled. "And, damn, am I paying the price for it now."

   "Do you remember what happened last night?"

   "Yeah." He smiled, kicking the blankets off him. "I was ready to fight Tommy."

   "Yep." She didn't know if she wanted to press him further about the night prior's events, but she decided not to in the end.

   "So, I should probably be going, right?" she asked instead, worrying that she was bothering the hungover man before her.

   She immediately felt regret about asking that. Sure, she had spent the whole damn night with Sebastian, but they were unconscious for the majority of it; she didn't want to leave yet. She wanted to talk to him more, since that opportunity was snuffed out by his being intoxicated.

   "No, stay a while!" he replied, his eyes filled with sincerity. "We didn't get to chat much, with me making an ass of myself and all."

   She grinned, crossing her legs. "All right. What do you want to converse about, Mr. Bach?"

   "I don't know," he mused, thinking.

   He then had an idea.

   "Hey! Maybe we could figure it out over some breakfast? We could go to a diner or something!" he proposed, smiling hopefully.

   "Sounds good to me," Savannah said immediately. Normally, she wasn't one for breakfast food, but the fact that Sebastian was the one that had uttered the proposal made her cheeks sting, and her vocal chords work on what seemed like their own accord.

   "Sick," he said in reply. He stood up, slowly again, groaning loudly once more. "Damn, remind me to never do blow or drink Jack again."

   "Even if I do, you know that won't take," she laughed, standing up.

   "I know," he sighed dramatically. He felt nauseous, and the room was spinning in all directions. He blindly reached out for Savannah, using her to steady himself so that he didn't eat shit right in front of her.

   She supported him, wrapping his arm around her. "You all right?"

"Yeah," he answered, blinking in a desperate attempt to make the room solid again.

After a few moments, the dizziness wore off. "All right, I'm good." He released her. "Let's go." He grabbed her hand and began to pull her out of the room.

   "You sure you're up to it?" she asked as she was pulled through the hall. It seemed empty, so she assumed the majority of the guests had left already. "You had a hard time standing just now."

   "Yeah, but so what? I feel better now," he said nonchalantly, beginning to pull her down the stairs.

   "Wait, are we not gonna get ready or anything? We're just gonna leave like this?" She would be more than a little embarrassed if people saw her in this state.

   "Yeah, why not?"

   "Baz, people are gonna think we're crackheads."

   "Well, in my case, they're spot on!"

   "But not in mine!"

   "Oh, boo-boo," he said jokingly. "If they do, so what? What have you got to lose?"

   "My dignity."

   He giggled. "Fair. Are you willing to lose it, or do I have to wait ten years for your sorry ass to clean yourself up?"

   She groaned. Getting ready didn't sound that appealing at that moment, and she admired Sebastian's attitude of not giving a fuck. She figured she should adopt that mentality. "Fine, I'll lose it."

   By this time, the pair had reached the living room, where all of Skid Row was collapsed on the floor, sleeping away. No one else was there, just them.

Savannah giggled at the position all of them were in. Snake was practically spooning Rachel, who, even in his sleep, looked discontent with that arrangement. Rob was laying flat on his back and snoring loudly, and Scotti was cradling a bottle of Jack as he slept.

Sebastian looked at them and laughed in return. "Snake gets cuddly in his sleep."

"So I've seen."

"You should probably drive, yeah?" he asked. "Just in case I have a dizzy spell or some shit."

"Yeah, good call." She reached in her pants' pocket, and, sure enough, her keys were in there. She took them out as the two of them left the house and made their way to her car, which was still parked an absurd distance away from the house.

Sebastian shivered, since he was only wearing a loose tank top. He hugged himself, smiling despite the discomfort. "Damn, you parked far, huh?"

"Not by my own volition," she grumbled, and he could tell she was still salty about that. "Maybe if you weren't so popular, I would be able to park closer."

"Impossible. I'm too awesome for that." He nudged her playfully.

"Uh-huh." She wrapped her arms around herself in return, shivering. It was a New Jersey November after all, and early in the morning to boot. That was a recipe for freezing her ass off.

Sebastian noticed her shivering and said, "I'd offer you a jacket, but I'm kinda in the same boat you are."

"Hey, you could've grabbed one before you left! I came without one," she teased. "We are not in the same boat, Sebastian Bach."

"Oh, fuck off!" he teased back. He briefly thought that maybe, in order to obtain warmth, they should hug. But, he brushed off the idea; that was beyond stupid.

Eventually, the pair of them made it to Savannah's car. She unlocked it, then they both hopped in. Savannah immediately cranked the heat. However, her car, being as shitty as it was, took a while to warm up. Meaning that the air that blasted back at them was cold.

"Sav!" Sebastian laughed, buckling his seatbelt.

"The heat is on, I swear! It just takes a while to really kick on!" She buckled as well, turning to him. "So, where are we going, anyway?"

He thought for a minute, then extended his hand for her phone. "Give me your phone, and I'll put it in the GPS."

She did, and he began to type. "It's this really nice diner not too far from here. I think you'll like it. Me and the guys go there from time to time."

"Cool."

He handed her phone back to her once the location was entered, and she put her phone on the little holder that was attached to her air vent. "All right, we're off," she said, beginning to drive.

The ride passed by in a blur of Mötley Crüe, since that was a common interest Sebastian and Savannah shared. The volume was turned way down because of his headache, but they still had fun jamming to the obnoxiously quiet music. She learned that day that Sebastian's favorite song by them was Shout At The Devil, and he had jokingly called her "basic" when she told him her favorite was Dr. Feelgood.

They eventually pulled into the diner, and it was a cute, charming little place. It was a little run-down; the white paint that coated the small business was peeling a little, and some of the letters on the neon sign by the diner (it read Ace's Place) were out. So, the sign technically read A Place, which made Savannah giggle.

At Sebastian's confused look, she pointed to the sign. "A place," she said simply.

He took in the sign, turned to face her, and the two stared at each other for a moment before bursting into loud laughter.

He winced afterward, though, the loud noise not doing his head any favors. "Don't make me laugh!" he whined.

"I'm too funny for that, though," said Savannah, turning off her car and unbuckling her seatbelt.

"Go fuck yourself," he replied matter-of-factly, unbuckling his own seatbelt in return.

She looked at him and tried her hardest not to laugh, but a snort still escaped her mouth. She clapped a hand to her mouth guiltily, and he eyed her, challenging her to laugh. Because, if she laughed, he would laugh, which would continue the cycle of pain in his head.

They both hopped out of the car, Savannah briefly supervising Sebastian as he stood still, getting his bearings. Once his dizzy spell passed, they walked into the diner, where they were immediately greeted by a hostess, who sat them down promptly. It was obvious that she was trying not to eye the pair's disheveled appearance, and Savannah couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking.

Savannah looked around the place as they settled down in a booth, Sebastian thanking the hostess as she told them that their server would be with them shortly.

The place was homey; it had cute little decorations on the gray walls, and the amount of booths were very sparse. It was clear that this diner wasn't exactly a tourist attraction, proven by the fact that only two other booths were occupied.

"It's nice, right?" Sebastian asked as he saw her looking around.

"Yeah," she answered, flipping open the menu. "Do you think it'd be weird to get lemonade with breakfast?"

"Yes, definitely," he replied immediately, giggling as he looked through his own menu. "Get orange juice or something. Like a normal person."

"You're no fun. Would water be better?"

He wrinkled his nose. "Better? Yeah. But still weird? Yeah. Everyone knows that, for breakfast, you either get orange juice or milk."

"I have to be in the mood for orange juice, and milk is just nasty."

His mouth fell open, his eyes snapping up to meet hers. "You don't like milk?"

"Not unless it's chocolate."

He shook his head, his eyes falling back down to his menu. "You are one strange woman, Sav."

"And you're a strange man." She nodded as she came across a meal she'd like. "I'm gonna get a corn muffin and some bacon."

Another judgmental look from Sebastian. "That's it? What kind of breakfast is that?"

"The cool kind. What about you?"

He shut his menu. "Probably eggs, bacon, and some toast."

"Basic."

"Hey!"

That's when their waitress sidled up to them, noting their appearances and thinking they were the typical, hungover rock 'n' roller crowd. So, she made sure to talk in a quiet voice when introducing herself and asking what drinks they wanted.

They ordered their drinks and their food, and Savannah couldn't help but admire how polite Sebastian was, even hungover and not feeling his best. He always phrased his requests as a question—"can I have" as opposed to "give me"—and he was great at making the waitress laugh.

When the waitress disappeared again, Savannah looked at Sebastian and said, "So, Baz, you haven't told me much about yourself. Like. . .your hobbies, your childhood, shit like that. If I have to go through that speech, so do you. Spill."

He shrugged, fiddling with the napkin that was laid out for him. "My childhood was pretty unconventional, to say the least. It was pretty neat up until I was three or four. That's when my parents decided to get divorced."

Savannah could tell she was about to get more than what she bargained for by this introduction alone. "Damn, I'm sorry, Baz. That sucks."

"Don't be. It's whatever." He shrugged again before continuing. "After that, my dad wasn't around all that much. Him and my mom couldn't stand each other, you know? But I loved them both, and wanted to see them both. But, that never really happened.

"I did get to see KISS with my dad, though!" he added in a more positive tone. "Ace threw me this styrofoam cup he drank out of. I kept that shit for years. I feel like I still have it back in Canada somewhere—that's where I grew up."

"Whoa, killer!" she responded. "Were you guys all about the maple syrup?"

He rolled his eyes, laughing. "Sort of." He paused, thinking. "I don't really have anything else to talk about regarding my kidhood. I was a rebellious kid, and that was pretty much all I did. Rebel, I mean."

"How did you rebel?"

"Lots of ways. For one, I did acid when I was twelve or so. I lost my virginity at thirteen, and I moved out of the house at fifteen and moved in with a hooker. And I feel like that shit has made me into the batshit crazy guy I am today."

It became apparent to Savannah that they had both lived very different lives. She had never really had any rebel days, and did pretty much whatever her parents asked of her. Sebastian, however, was very clearly a wild child.

Somehow, this struck her as a red flag. His upbringing varied so strongly from hers, meaning that this was a recipe for getting her heart broken in one way or another. After all, he had said himself that his crazy childhood was what led to his crazy adult life, which contained the same indulgences of his childhood.

What would go wrong? Would his partying get to be too much? Would he drink himself to his grave? Would his attachment to drugs make him unproductive and hard to socialize with?

Would his involvement with women become too much for her to bare?

Savannah didn't know why she cared so much. After all, she had known him just shy of a week, and it's not like they were super close yet. She knew she shouldn't worry about stuff like this until she had something to worry about.

But, that didn't stop the cloud of worry from forming in the back of her mind. She didn't want her opposing values to clash and leave one of them hurt. That wasn't something she wanted to see happen.

Because, even though they hadn't known each other long, Savannah knew that she was beginning to dig Sebastian Bach.

And digging him seemed to be a difficult task. Not the act of digging him, no, that was easy. Rather, the trials that came with it.

Sebastian perked up after his explanation. "Anyway, as for my hobbies, music, duh! And hanging out and watching TV. Now that, dear Sav, is an underrated hobby."

She shook off her apprehension and smiled. "Yeah, it is. What shows are you a fan of?"

That's when the waitress came back with their drinks, and the two disheveled rockers began to sip their drinks as they talked. Savannah loved how lost in conversation she could get with him, and how fast time seemed to move when they were talking. She hadn't experienced that feeling very often, and it felt good to feel it.

Once their food arrived, they began to pig out. Well, Sebastian, mostly, despite his nausea. Savannah ate her food slowly, despite her having a lesser quantity. Sebastian ended up waiting for her to finish, complaining the whole time.

As they paid and left, it became clear to Savannah that she had begun to dig Sebastian even more due to this breakfast date. He was so sweet and funny, and he knew how to hold an entertaining conversation.

And that made the cloud of worry grow.

After all, who knew what would result from digging the wild child by the name of Sebastian Bach?