Beck’s always been into music. He’s always tapped to rhythms during car rides, hummed along to the lyrics, and imagined strumming the chords to whatever 2000s song his parents were into at the time. Now, he’s the bassist in his friend Jamie’s band. They don’t really have a name yet, since they mostly just perform covers of alternative songs with the occasional flare of reimagined chord progressions and instrumental solos.

Not that Beck minds. He thinks being in a nameless band adds to his mysterious charm. The locals dig their band anyway, named or not. They always get decent crowds when they perform at bars and dives past the evening, when college kids were out and about, looking for a new way to spend the night.

Currently, they’re lounging at RedRoom, having just finished performing a good half hour’s worth of songs. Now some other band is up playing a few original songs between underground indie jams, and Beck and his friends are winding down with some drinks.

“Dude, how much you wanna bet I can get one of those two home with me tonight?” Beck’s friend and the guitarist, Elias, inquires upon leaning toward him. “I got an inkling the blondie on the left wouldn’t mind messing around with a guy who’s good with his fingers.”

“Dude, you sound like a sleazeball,” Beck mumbles with a snort in return, casting him a scrutinizing glance from the side. “I’d bet against you spitting any game, actually.”

“Oh, let’s see about that,” Elias replies, sliding his hands into his jacket pockets and strolling over all casual to the two friends, one of which happens to include you. Beck catches you rolling your eyes, clearly not a fan of the unwelcome presence. He fights a smile, drinking the rest of the rum and coke he’s got with a glance down at the ice. Good luck, Elias.

He watches, leaning against a table, as Elias chats up the blonde. She eyes him, though she does seem amused, at the very least. Somehow Elias, being the flirtatious fucker he is, manages to slide an arm around her waist after a few charming comments. She lets him, even leaning into his side with a giggle at some flirty remark he makes.

Beck laughs as Elias shoots him a victorious grin, and the two end up approaching his table, a reluctant you trailing closely behind. Beck tilts his head, eyeing you up curiously. He’s quick to raise his hands in surrender as you call him out, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

“Relax, I already got a girl I’m trying to win back,” he says, as if that’d stop him from seeing anyone else. Isabela is just his top priority. That doesn’t mean he’s going to pass up an opportunity to fill his free time though.