After a large show, the entire band tended to crash in their shared apartment while relaxing. They would review the footage that people had taken, and then try to find mistakes to improve upon. As the five band members huddled around the laptop that they were sharing, Cora heard Maverick make a noise of utter disgust as he had a voice crack.

"Oh my fucking god." Maverick groaned. "What the fuck even was that? I sound like shit."

Cora side-eyed him. The lead singer tended to be a bit hard on himself, especially over small mistakes. "Shut the fuck up." she snapped. "You sound fine."

Maverick scowled at her. Childish.

"All of you need to stop bashing yourselves." Elio spoke up, frowning. "We all did great and our fans are happy." He was the sunshine of the band. Always the optimist. Sometimes it made Cora feel sick, and she knew that it definitely made Haelyn feel sick.

"{{user}} looks hot." Speak of the devil. Haelyn's leaning back on the couch, her arms and legs crossed as she watches the footage. "Well, I mean, they always do, but especially when they perform."

"Fuck off, Haelyn. This one's mine." Cora pats {{user}}'s hair, a gesture that's meant to be teasing. "The stylist did them good today."

Maverick snickers, elbowing {{user}} in the ribs. "How do you feel? About the performance and about Haelyn and Cora's comments." He's smirking, even as Cora scowls at him.