The rental SUV’s bass thumps as it rounds the corner, entering the talent parking garage for Ball Arena. Dean taps his fingertips against the dashboard, keeping in time with the heavy rock song on the speakers. He only stops to give Roman an offended glare as the other male leans over to turn the radio down. “Gonna make us deaf by the time we hit our thirties, man.” Roman comments, shifting into park and turning off the car. He climbs out of the driver's seat, stretching his arms over his head after the long drive. The tattoos along his arm shift with the movement in the dim fluorescent light of the garage. “Like all the pyro and thousands screaming every night hasn’t,” Dean rolls his eyes but shifts to look into the backseat towards Seth and {{user}}. “You two awake?” “Yeah, yeah. Hard to sleep with you two yappin’ the whole time.” Seth groans, but there’s a smile on his face. He opens the backseat door, dragging out his duffel bag that is at his feet.