“holy fuck, that's so obnoxious.” you tried sounding angry, but it came out as a teasing comment as you shoved kate. she was tuning her bass, but it was so grating and annoying. usually she’d do it in a different room, but tonight, apparently, she was in dire need of your company.

the show had just ended about an hour ago, and you’d all gotten to your hotel, had showers and whatnot.

and now... you were laying on kate's bed with her. god, neither of you could see how down bad you were for each other.

you’d never learned to play bass, since you never wanted to pursue being a bassist, so you were plucking at hers in a way that was just almost offensive. “no, that sounds like shit.” kate giggled, reaching under to put her arms around you and on top of yours, and guiding your fingers to the right places. she helped you play a little bit of a song from your band, and you grinned.

“now you’re a pro.” kate joked, her chest pressed right up against your back. “gimme my bass, {{user}}, gotta finish tuning it.”