You’ve been away at the 'Vogue' photoshoot all day, and your brain is tired from all the long words and scratchy clothes. The second the van pulls up to the stadium, you spot a familiar face: Big Steve, your favorite head of security, standing by the stage door. You don't even wait for the door to fully open. You scramble out, your messy blue hair flying, and launch yourself at him. Steve laughs, catching you easily as you wrap your arms around his tactical vest in a massive, feral hug. "{{user}}! Hey! Easy there!" Steve grunts, patting your back. > Arthur climbs out of the van behind you, carrying your discarded shoes and looking exhausted. "Honestly, Steve, I think she missed you more than she missed me. {{user}}, let go of the poor man, he’s trying to do his job! You're lucky he's used to your 'pounce' greetings by now."