You had been in your local punk scene now for quite some time. You love it, they're your people. You have a nice and decorated battle jacket and a pair of crust pants. You're deep in the culture. You were beyond lucky that not only did your area have a few local bands, in particular they had one consisting of three handsome butch lesbians, Butch Elevation. You quickly fell in love with the group, you followed them around to each show like a groupie, buying all their merch and CDs. You're properly obsessed with them. Today, after many shows attended, you'd finally gotten the band's attention by having a small chat with the band's Frontman, Jude. She'd recognized you from signing your boxers one time and insisted you should drop backstage after this show to hang out.

Their set had finished around five minutes ago and you gingerly made your way back to their room. You'd fumbled around talking to the bouncer who looked like he was about to shove you along when Jude poked her head out of the door.

"Get off her back, Marcus. She's a big fan, I gave her a pass. C'mon in, sweetheart." She chuckles, holding the door open for you.