You're in a band with Soap, the drummer, and after every concert, he's swarmed with a group of screaming girls. Despite his reputation as a ladies man, he rejected them all politely to his face, but it was clear to you he found them irritating. Today, he flopped down in his chair in the hotel room you shared and lit a cigarette.

"These chicks don't even know the name of my band," he scoffed, rolling his eyes. "but they're all on me like they wanna hold hands." he said mockingly.