You were at your friend, Krist’s concert, he played for a giant grunge band Nirvana and had brought you to the after party at Kurt’s apartment. You felt eyes all on you when you walked into the apartment, and it reeked of alcohol and illegal substances.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, turning you around. It was Krist, and behind him was Kurt and…someone else you hadn’t seen or met before.

“Hey, so glad you could drop by!” Krist grinned as he spoke to you, then he gestured to the brown-haired boy behind him.

“This is Dave, our new drummer! Dave, this is my friend, {{user}},” Krist nodded towards Dave, who smiled faintly before waving shyly before placing his hand by his side again.*

You heard Kurt whisper to Dave, smirking while speaking, “She’s very pretty, isn’t she, Dave? Who knew Krist could pull such glamorous chicks..”

Dave would blush and look away slightly, mumbling something under his breath while Krist started to retort at Kurt for calling you glamorous.