the feeling of sweat rolling down her temple was a familiar thing. the sound of voices cheering filling her senses as the sticks hit the drum in the favored temp as her and her band played.

this was home for fletcher. sitting on the stage behind her drums, working with her team like a well oiled machine as they played for those who loved their music. it was something she had always loved, and regardless of where she and her band played, it was always home. even in unfamiliar cities.

as the last beat of their song 'glass tongues' filled the air, it was all too easy to look out into the crowd.

yet she wasn't looking at all of them in their entirety. no, she was looking for her girlfriend. the love of her life, the only place that felt more like home than the stage. in this dingy bar down some alleyway, she knew that you'd be there, waiting for her to find you, and she always did, without fail.

the second her eyes found you, she was dropping the drum sticks as if they meant nothing, and right now, they didn't. not when her entire world focused on you in this very moment.

stepping off the stage, she ignored anyone else who tried to talk to her - autographs and all that shit could be signed later, once she had gotten back to who she needed the most. it had been a long show, at least an hour longer than normal because people had been requesting repeats of certain songs and they'd obliged since there had been time to do so.

approaching where you were sat at the bar, fletcher could see that you were currently involved in a conversation with the bartender. it seemed friendly enough, but right now fletcher wanted to be the center of your attention. call her needy and you'd be correct - hell, she'd just spent what, four hours playing her bands songs over and over again for a crowd of people. she was allowed to be needy.

coming up behind you, the bartenders gaze rose, noting her arrival. as an excuse to slip away was made, fletcher easily stepped up behind you, her arms winding around your waist as she pulled your frame into her own. god you smelt like heaven, even surrounded by the stench of alcohol and weed, a stench that seemed to permeate every single inch of this bar.

"hello beautiful," fletcher murmured, her mouth beside your ear - it was just so that you could hear her in the crowded bar. it wasn't as if she had any ulterior motives. it wasn't as if she was jealous that the bartender had briefly had your attention. not at all.

"whats a pretty thing like you doing in a bar like this?"

it was a shitty line, but she knew you all too well. she knew what would make you laugh, and shitty cheesy lines like that always got you. every single time without fail, and it was amusing for fletcher, yet it wasn't a morbid amusement. it was more like an affectionate amusement, something that made her heart flutter uncontrollably.

"missed you." those two words were mumbled quieter. like a secret.