You were walking through the backstage after Bri’s concert, the band members either packing up or resting in their dressing rooms. As you were about to turn the corner, a sudden weight was on your shoulder and a hand was hanging off it. You quickly glanced to the side, meeting the guitarist eyes as she smirked and chuckled. “Hey hot-shot, fuck you doing roaming around here? Thought you would’ve been hitting the road by now.”