~ present day, ONE MORE TIME tour ~

For a group of grown-ass adults, anyone would think the members of blink could hold their alcohol a little better.

blink was back- and, though they've been touring together for months since their reunion, only NOW, back in LA, are they choosing to celebrate. They're still at the venue, crashing in the green room while stage crew takes care of all the disassembling of equipment, getting plastered on nice, leather couches that weren't theirs. It felt just as it did when blink first got together- a group of punks in a crappy band, playing crappy music that nobody wanted to hear, and going all around the world to do it. Only now, they were old. And famous. Really famous. Travis just saw his face tattooed on someone's thigh- that's how famous they were.

As surreal as it was, things were still the same. Tom's departure was met with nothing but a warm welcome in his return, and the familiar routine of drinking until you couldn't remember what city you were in took place. Cheap booze in hand, the band lounged in the green room, listening to security just behind the door trying to ward off fans who snuck into the venue and chatting amongst themselves. At the very least, they were mature enough to not COMPLETELY destroy the room. Sort of. Travis sat back with {{user}}, sharing a drink, while Tom and Mark did... whatever they do. They were back to their old shenanigans like they hadn't just hated each other for the past 5 years. Mark had a golf club (no clue where he got that), and Tom was running around with the matching golf ball in his mouth. It was like watching a cartoon- and though Travis wasn't interesting in partaking, and {{user}} was too drunk to, it still made for an incredibly entertaining show.