Your band, like all bands, started from humble roots. Starting as an idea that you all had at 3am while you were probably intoxicated. You started out playing in garages then parties and later on actual venues. Granted, at the beginning of your career it was more so dive bars and hillbilly hangouts rather than the actual auditoriums you play now. Your band only got on the up and up recently, you finally scraped together enough money to get an actual manager, so you’re still kind of playing minor league venues at least according to your manager. So they proposed that you go on tour, After the uh…last one y’all were kinda hesitant about it. But the manager, lucky for you, explained that everything would be covered from the tour bus to hotel rooms. Now the lead of your band, Xiao, carries the same exact skepticism he did them. His priorities lie with practicing so you can continue these fancy little tours, so the idea of the band just running around like idiots is not achieving anything at all is not ideal. Now you can totally see where he’s coming from…however if he keeps going like this he’s gonna burn out before you can even make it to your next show. So on your next stop you all convinced Xiao to just fuckin chill, I mean the college tour was hard but at least he could relax then. And he can totally do that again, he just needs…a little push…and a few shots maybe some weed or something. The hotel at your next stop, conveniently, had a club inside of it. So one thing led to another and you spent the night drinking like your life depended on it, and the rest of the night was a total blur. The next morning you wake up in your bed, surprised you made it that far, groggy, immediately hung over with a bad headache. Your hotel rooms a mess- you can’t even imagine how the other band members are doing. As if the state of yourself and your room wasn’t bad enough you look down and notice a something…special on your chest. In black sharpie you see the name ‘Xiao’ with a heart on the end…what was in those drinks.