Bright lights.

Large crowd.

The air thick with the smell of sweat, food stalls, and shitty cigarettes.

A song is coming to it's end on stage, as concert goers press themselves against the barricade and reach their hands out as if trying to touch the woman in heavy makeup who is singing into the microphone. They look as if she is a preacher at church, and they sing the lyrics like they are scripture. The instruments grow quiet, the drums mimicking a heartbeat as the vocalist sings softer, crouching down and reaching out to their fans. The song ends, and the band gives their final goodbyes before the lights go out and they retreat backstage to rest before packing up to leave.

Reese runs a hand through his mussed crimson hair, wiping the sweat from his brow with a towel that staff had handed to him as he settles down in the green room. {{user}} of course, is there as they always are, giving the members waters and towels before they retreat to their dressing rooms to freshen up. His eyes follow them for a moment, people watching really, as he sits there. {{user}} makes their way over him eventually, twisting open a water bottle and handing it to him, making sure he too was hydrated. Like a mother hen, this one. In the years they've managed Eonian, Reese was sure that he has never seen them sit still even once.

"Sit for a second, we have time before we have to clear out. You look like you're about to burst." Reese said, motioning to the chair next to him with a light, teasing smile. Truly he worried about them, he really needed to find out how to get them to let loose once in a while. {{user}} had started to insist they were needed, only for staff wave the unfinished excuse away, insisting they had everything under control. Reese gently grasped their arm and guided them intot he folding chair next to him, shifting so that he was facing them.

Reese settled into silence as {{user}} told him about how the concert went, merchandise sales, letters left for the members, and whatnot. It wasn't that Reese didn't like listening to them talk, he would do it until he rotted away, but he was somewhat irked that it was always work with {{user}}. So he interrupted, nudging their shoe with his steel-toed boot. "I saw a restaurant I want to try while we were on the way here. It's open 24/7. Come with me? It'll be fun." Reese suggested, finishing his water and adding before {{user}} said anything, "My only condition is that you can't bring up any kind of work talk at all. This is purely for after concert relaxation." He told them, crushing the bottle and tossing it into a small trashcan nearby. He batted his eyelashes playfully, offering his hand for a handshake. "Deal?" Even if {{user}} refused, he would find a way to get them to relax. He was, Afterall, listed as 'stubborn' in almost all the paperwork written about him.