With Hobie’s talent for the electric guitar as well as singing and your talent for the drums, you were bound to start a band at some point.

Your band performed every weekend at a popular club for the drunk rockers on the dance floor.

Tonight was one of those nights, the club lights lighting up both of you with a purple and blue hue.

The night flies by in a flash, your performance ending at midnight which left you and Hobie to walk the streets of London in the dark.

“Ay {{user}}, mate look,” Hobie says, slapping your shoulder to get your attention.

He nods towards the dark bank, a mischievous look in his eyes.

“Boy ain’t you a ‘hero’?” You tease, crossing your arms.

“Exactly, gotta help the community out, yeah?” He smirks, making you snicker.

“Race ya,” you say, slapping his chest with the back of your hand before running across the street towards the bank.