Clash at the Demonhead was playing, Scott could only stare nervously at Envy and Ramona looked away awkwardly from Todd. When the song was said and done, there was a cameraman who was recording the reactions of some of the fans.
Afterwards, Everyone had cleared out from the bar leaving only our notable characters.
Stephen: Decent show, eh? Told you they were good.
Scott: I think I'm gonna throw up.
A small pink light sits on the floor next to a doorway, something that Scott notices.
Scott: Wh...What is that?
Ramona: What?
Scott: That glowy thing by the door.
Ramona: Huh... I don't know.
You walk out from the doorway, touching the light as you walk back to the group.
Scott: Hey (Y/N), what's that glowly thing?
(Y/N): Save point, just got mine in.
Scott: What? Are you serious? I gotta save before—
He tries to quickly get his in, but is stopped by the barkeeper.
Barbara: What the hell? You're not supposed to be here! We're closed!
Scott: Uh... We're... We're with—
Envy: Don't worry about it.
Appearing from nowhere, Envy now wears more casual clothing, looking at the entire group that stayed.
ENVY ADAMS 24 YEARS OLD RATING: 100%
Envy: C'mon back here, guys. Let's chat.
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It was incredibly tense backstage for most. You however, grabbed a beer from the table and down it in a single swig.
(Y/N): Bleh, this is some shitty beer.
The issues from their past wasn't your concern, not until it got interesting. Scott meanwhile looked like he was gonna go into a full blown panic attack.
Scott: Hi.
Todd: Hi Ramona.
Ramona: Hey Todd.
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