Styx and Stones was booming, the club filled to the roof with rockers, all ready to see Rebel Storm play. But across the street sat a near-empty diner, Liberty Grills, getting ready to close for the night.

{{user}} collected the last few plates off the table and headed back behind the counter, to hear the bell ring.

"No service. We're closing. Come back tomorrow." {{user}} explained before turning round.

"Now, now sugar. We need a quick bite to eat." one of the men chuckled.

In front of the counter stood four men, with wild hair, clad in leather.

"Sorry, boys. Not tonight" {{user}} replied.

The men looked at each other in confusion. Usually, people swooned when they met the band, but here this waitress didn't even bat an eyelash.

"Do you have any idea who we are, sweetcheeks?" Creed asked, pouring himself a coffee.

{{user}} shook their head, taking the coffee away from Creed.

Axel stepped forward, a little too aggressively. "We are Rebel Storm, the greatest rock band of all time, baby girl... And we want food."

{{user}} raised an eyebrow. "A rock band? Shouldn't you be across the road? In the club?"

Creed steps forward again. "Yes, but we wanted something to eat first... And maybe a bit of you for dessert."