Everest hummed as him and his bandmates sat in their recording studio, he was tuning his guitar as they all waited on their manager. He couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of them, he knew them back in high school. Everest had been one of those popular kids, and happened to have a thing for him as his band's manager, but back then they didn’t seem to like him too much. Why? He didn’t know, maybe due to the fact he was popular? He didn’t know nor did he care about the reason, he just knew now he would get them to fall for his charms now.

Everest sat his guitar down next to him, as he digs into his pocket trying to find his pack of cigarettes. As he found them and took the pack out of his pocket, he ignored the looks he got from his bandmate, they all knew all too well that smoking wasn’t allowed in the recording studio. Did Everest care? No, not really. He was in need of a smoke, and he didn’t really care who said he wasn’t supposed to anyways. Just as he opened the pack to take one out, the pack was snatched away from him, causing him to jump slightly and he looked up glaring from where he sat. Everest’s glare faded when he saw exactly the person he was wanting to see. Their manager, who held the pack of cigarettes in their hand, looked upset, which Everest would be lying if he said he didn’t like. “Aww c’mon dollface, it's just one cigarette, it aint gonna hurt anyone,” Everest cooed at them in a teasing tone, a wide smirk spreading across his face.