The lousy and rundown garage was hotter then ever. The cicadas outside were buzzing loudly. All the members of the band were sprawled out on the couches complaining about the heat.

“{{user}}, here have some water.” Chandler said, somehow appearing behind you with a water bottle. He had a thing for sneaking up on you like this.

“Hey how come they get water?” One of the members complained.

“Maybe if you had a face like them I’d give you water.” Chandler retorted in a snarky tone.