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"This is fucking insane, have you seen who else is on?" asked Frank, the bassist of your band. "Uh, I think Olivia Coleman which is pretty cool. Why, who else?" you asked, as a runner lead you and the rest of the band through the winding corridors of BBC television centre. "Pedro fucking Pascal - that's who! I'm gonna lose my shit, I fucking love that guy" he said, looking away sheepishly when you glared at him. It wasn't that you weren't excited too. If anything, you were probably even more psyched than Frank - but you knew how much of a big deal this was for you guys. You were just starting to make it big time, and you needed to start acting like you belonged there, and not like you were some lucky competition winners here on a tour.
"Who else is on?" asked Amy, drummer in the band. "We've got Joseph Quinn doing the movie promo with Pedro, and Richard Osman talking about his new book" said the runner, as she showed you into your dressing room. You might be doing well, but you were still crammed into a small dressing room - all four of you. "Sorry, I know it's a little small but some of the other spaces are being renovated and they weren't finished in time. Is this your first time on the show?" asked the runner. When the four of you nodded, she continued. "Alright well here is where you can get ready, but so everyone has a really natural rapport when it comes to filming, we have a big green room just down the corridor. That's where there will be drinks, food and the other guests to mingle with. We'll call you down for make up straight after your sound check alright?" she said, checking down the list attached to her clipboard.
"Wait, so we're just gonna hang out with an Oscar winner?" asked Frank, getting giddy again. "Uh, yeah - yeah I guess so. I mean it should be nothing to out of the ordinary, right? Didn't you guys play Glastonbury this year? You must've been surrounded by the biggest and best" said the runner, with a polite smile. "Yeah but they were mostly musicians. I know where I'm at with musicians" he said, fiddling with the air conditioning settings on the wall. "What he means, is that he's a big film and TV buff, so he's a little excited. Thanks for showing us here" you said, noticing the runner was keen to get off and carry on with her work. "No problem. Someone will come get you for sound check, but if you need anything just stick your head out of the door and grab anyone passing by.
Finally, you were left alone with the band. The four of you took a collective sigh of relief. "Frank, I'm freaking out too but you've gotta keep a lid on this fan-boy shit" you said softly, trying to avoid sounding like a nag. "You're right, sorry. Fuck, I can't believe we're here! First prime time slot baby!" he cried, pulling the rest of you into a hug with his long arms. "We've got half an hour til soundcheck, so let's just relax - I'm fucking shattered" said Dan, lead guitarist. You settled into the plush furniture of the dressing room, taking a seat beside Amy.
"I don't mean to sound like an idiot, but who's Joseph Quinn?" asked Amy. "Oh, you remember Eddie Munson in Stranger Things?" you asked her, trying to control the blush that crept up your cheeks. "Oh shit yeah, is that him?" she asked. "Yeah! He was in a couple other things too, remember we went to see the latest Quiet Place film? He's in that!" you continued, the realisation finally hitting you that you were about to meet, and likely converse with, your celebrity crush. Okay, 'crush' makes it sound like you're a kid. You're in your early thirties and so is he - but you couldn't deny you were really attracted to him.
Pedro Pascal was another man who got you hot under the collar. Jesus Christ, perhaps you'd been single too long. Seemed like any remotely handsome man was enough to send you into a hot flush nowadays. Thank god for Olivia Coleman and Richard Osman - great people, but neither stirred anything in your panties. Mercifully, Dan began droning on about some sports related nonsense, giving you a reprieve from the noisily horny thoughts in your head. You needed to get it under control before tonight.
After a brief rest and a quick vocal warm up, you were brought to the studio ready to sound check. This was to be Heartbreak Radio's first appearance on TV, and nothing had quite prepared you for the heat of the lights. Somehow they were so much hotter than any in a gig venue - inside or out. Perhaps it was the lack of air conditioning, which was turned off so the sound wouldn't be picked up on the mics. Maybe it was the lack of outside doors being swung open. Or it could just be the two men sitting in the audience seats, chatting quietly over cups of takeaway coffee.
Pedro and Joseph sat facing each other, speaking in hushed voices while people around them carried about their business. You tried to forget they were there, tuning up your guitar which had already been taken out of the travel case and plugged in for you - but it was hard. You wanted them to see you - but then again - did you? You had a basic level of make-up on, skinny jeans and a Fleetwood Mac t-shirt. Not your worst, but certainly not your best. You turned your back to them to concentrate on getting yourselves ready. "Alright, I'm the floor manager for tonight's show. Really nice to meet you guys, I'm a big fan. So for sound check we just want you to play the number all the way through. We'll play around with levels, so if you hear something go off or quiet, just carry on as normal. We should only need it once but if we need it again we'll let you know" said the floor manager, before retreating towards the sound desk.
You pulled your in-ear monitors up and put them into place, already hearing the feeds from the instruments and mics. As you waited for the cue to begin, you looked up and saw the two gorgeous men you'd spied earlier with their attentions focused on you and the band. "Okay, whenever you're ready" said the floor manager. With that, Amy counted you in and you began your song. The upbeat, guitar-heavy song helped to take your mind off your apparent inability to act normal around attractive men, and you soon fell in to your stride. Being one of the few female-fronted rock bands around nowadays, you'd been used to toning down your sexuality. You were resistant to being seen as nothing but a sex object. But even dressing like a tom-boy, singing rock and punk doesn't save you from the critical media eye.
So for your latest album, the one that launched Heartbreak Radio into the mainstream, you'd thrown caution to the wind. You realised you could be a serious and talented musician and a powerful, sexual woman. Freeing yourself from the self-created prison of conformity allowed you to be dynamic, confident and enjoy performing again. The lyrics to the song you'd chosen to perform for the show were a perfect embodiment of your attitude, and allowed you to get lost in singing your heart out. It wasn't until you hit the outro that you even remembered Pedro and Joseph were still there. But there they were, watching you intently.
"Alright that was all we needed, just leave your instruments on the stage. Someone's gonna take you guys through to make-up now okay?" said the disembodied voice of the floor manager. Yet again, you were ushered by a runner down towards a different corridor. As you passed the audience seating, Pedro reached out his hand and waved to get your attention. "Hey! Your voice is fucking insane, Joe told me you guys were good but.. that was great!" he said, with a wide and authentic grin. "Thanks! You're a fan, huh?" you asked Joe, a flash of confidence surprising even yourself. "Yeah, yeah you guys are great. Been listening to your new album at the gym a lot actually" he replied, with a slight blush. You opened your mouth to reply, but was stopped by a member of the crew calling your name to get to make-up. "Sorry, I'll catch up with you guys later?" you said, before scuttling off.
As you sat in the make-up chair, your thoughts raced at a mile a minute. Joseph Quinn was a fan? And it seemed like you had a new one with Pedro too. Perhaps this evening was going to be even more interesting than you thought. As your face was powdered, you almost felt like apologising for the flushed cheeks they were needing to cover. Mercifully, you were saved from your thoughts by Amy sitting beside you - chatting idly as you both were made TV-ready.
At long last you were made up, your hair hung about your shoulders in loose waves and you were dressed in a short black denim skirt, fishnet tights and a simple white tee. All you'd need was a final touch-up before your performance, and you were good to go. Slipping on your Doc Martens, you and the rest of the band headed down the hall to the shared green room. Considering you were the first to get your hair and make-up done, you assumed you'd also be first in the space. However when you entered, you noticed there were already a couple of people present.
You were immediately greeted by Richard, with whom you made polite small talk. He was an interesting and polite man, but you had to fight against your attention being drawn to the man who was watching you over the rim of yet another cup of coffee. Pedro sat with a woman you didn't recognise, but judging by the leather bag strapped to her waist, you assumed she was his stylist. She scrolled on her phone, leaving Pedro to stare at you with deep, brooding eyes. He wore a black turtleneck with a black blazer and.. you guessed it: black trousers. His hair was the perfect combination of styled and casual, and his dark moustache complimented the salt and pepper stubble on his chin and jaw. He looked, for lack of a better word, delicious.
'Damn it, snap out of it! I know it's been a while but you're practically drooling over the man' said your internal monologue, chastising yourself for being so hopeless. As you continued talking to Richard, another presence entered the room. The man in the navy blue suit and white shirt with an open collar made his way through the room, sitting himself beside Pedro. It was, of course, Joseph. Again, you resisted the urge to look over at them. But you couldn't help but notice in your periphery, that they were talking in hushed tones, both sets of eyes trained on you.
When the conversation with Richard finally ended, due to him being called away for a powder and to get mic'd up, you walked over to the small bar that'd been set up in the corner of the room. Frank followed you, leaning down to whisper into your ear as the bartender made your vodka cranberry. "Is there any reason why Pedro Pascal and Joseph Quinn haven't been able to take their eyes off you? Literally that whole time you were talking I could see their eyes going up and down your body" he hissed. "I don't know, they probably weren't even looking at me. I mean look at the colour of the jeans Dan's wearing - they were probably looking at him" you replied. "No, they were definitely looking at you. You want me to go over there and tell them to fuck off?" he asked.
Frank was sweet, and you knew he was just being protective, but the idea made you laugh. "No, no don't do that" you said. "Why, because you don't mind? Or because you like it?" he smirked. "Little of column A, little of column B" you giggled, accepting your drink and taking a well-needed sip. "Which one are you interested in?" asked Frank, after ordering himself a beer. "I mean, they're both devastatingly attractive. Nothing's gonna happen though, so the point's moot" you sighed. "From they way they were looking at you? I wouldn't be too sure. Looks like they'd both like to get their teeth into you" he said. "Shit, you really think so?" you said, chancing a glance their way. They were, of course, looking directly at you - quickly moving their faces away when caught.
"I think they're both single. And god knows we're all sick of you being the only single one in the band. You're consenting adults, you're all hot, why not? So.. which one?" he prompted again. Thinking with your heart (and possibly your sex drive), with the confidence from a friend's pep talk, and a double vodka already making it's way through your system, you made up your mind. You ordered another drink and ran your hands through your hair before turning to Frank and saying "Why choose?". With a wink, you walked over to the two men, drink in hand.
"Hey! Nice to see you again" said Joseph. He stood up and shook your hand, Pedro following suit. You introduced yourself, giving your name. They did the same, as if you wouldn't know already. Joseph asked you to call him Joe, to which you agreed with a shy smile. "So, have either of you been on the show before?" you asked. "Yeah, I did it a while back for The Last of Us and Mando" said Pedro, his deep gravelly voice flooding straight to your core. "I've never done it! Used to watch it all the time though. What about you?" asked Joe. "Nope, first time for us too. First TV appearance actually. I mean, videos have been played, and festival coverage but - first actual TV performance" you explained, leaning forward in your seat to pick your glass up off the table.
"No way? I've been listening to you guys for ages, is this really the first time they've got you on something like this?" asked Joe. "Yeah! I mean we've always toured well, but this is the first time we've had much mainstream media attention, so all of a sudden people seem to care. It's a little overwhelming all at once, but I suppose I don't need to tell you guys that" you said, feeling stupid for mentioning it, seeing as these were the two most sought after actors of the moment. Yet you were met with nothing but kindness. Joe's wide eyes met yours, with a feeling not of sympathy, but of empathy. He too had been coasting along nicely until one big break catapulted him into the stratosphere. "How have you been coping?" he asked.
"Fine really. It's weird, but I stay off social media, I now avoid anything with my name on it especially. But it's great to finally have people hear my music, you know?" you said. "This is gonna be great for you. A lot of people watch the show on the BBC America channel, you'll get a lot of new fans from this. And as much as that's a good thing, if you ever need anyone to talk to about it, you know you can reach out to us, alright?" said Pedro. Your heart swelled at the genuine kindness you were being shown by these men, who were still practically strangers. Something told you though, that they wouldn't stay strangers for long.
You continued to talk the three of you for almost an hour. Though there had been a lot less flirting than you'd initially anticipated, you found yourself at complete ease with Pedro and Joe. They made you laugh, and you made them laugh in return. You shared stories of Glastonbury, they shared stories of Met Galas and premiers. Graham entered the room, greeted everyone individually. When he reached the corner of seats where you were, he gave you a sly smile. "Well this looks cosy, should I come back a little bit later?" he asked, with about as much subtlety as a tuba.
"Why, you think I can handle them both?" you retorted with a smirk, leaving both Pedro and Joe shell-shocked. Graham on the other hand, just cackled and joined the three of you. He asked a couple of questions about anything he could/couldn't mention, chatted about how we were feeling and how we were getting on with each other. "They've been providing me with some valuable advice and support actually" you said, smiling at the two other men. "Well good, you seem sweet and I know better than anybody that this industry can chew you up and spit you out" said Graham kindly, before excusing himself to greet Olivia, who'd just walked in. You turned and noticed her, spinning your head back round quickly as a childish grin began to grow on your face.
"Does it ever get easier meeting people you've been a fan of since forever?" you asked. "Fuck no. I met Metallica a couple of years ago and to this day I will never watch that video back, because I know I'll just embarrass myself" chuckled Joe. "You're a fan of Olivia Coleman?" asked Pedro. "God yeah, Peep Show is 100% my go-to comfort show. Yeah I know she's done so much since then, I mean she's won an Oscar but.. you never forget when you first saw someone, right?" you ask. "I love Peep Show! I was actually in a play at the National with Liv, years ago now. She's really nice, I can introduce you if you like?" asked Joe. "That'd be nice, thanks!" you replied, once again blown away by the kindness being shown.
"Wait, Olivia was in a peep show? Like, the kind in Amsterdam?" asked Pedro. "No! God, no it's a sitcom. You've never seen it?" you asked him. From the corner of your eye, you saw Olivia ushered out of the room again, for her own make-up and mic checks. That gave you an idea. "Come on, budge up let me show you" you said, slotting yourself snugly between the two men. Both of their arms nearest you flew to the back of the couch, giving you respectful space. Yet still your thigs remained pressed against theirs, their body heat reminding you just how much you wanted them. You pulled your phone from your pocket and loaded up YouTube, showing Pedro some of your favourite moments. They both watched the small screen over your shoulder, laughing away. They were so close you could feel their breath just slightly tickling your cheeks. It made you feel hot, in the best possible way.
After a while, the floor manager entered the room to talk you all through the evening. "Alright so we're gonna start the record in just a second. We'll have everyone but the band ready at the side of the stage, we'll cue you to walk on. Heartbreak Radio, you can hang out in here a little longer, there will be a screen so you can watch some of the record. Then we'll call you over, you'll play and join the couch for a chat. Any questions?". When there were none, the two bodies that you were so enjoying being pressed against moved away. "We'll see you out there" said Pedro, giving a sultry wink. "Good luck, I'll introduce you to Liv later, 'kay?" said Joe. You thanked them and sent them on their way.
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The show seemed to be going great, both the guests and Graham were on fire, with barely a moment free of laughter. The guests talked passionately about their upcoming projects, and you watched for as long as you could, until finally it was time to get set up and perform. The camera's paused their filming as everyone on the couch took a short break. Make up was touched-up, instruments were plugged in and the audience were settled. It was time.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, our next set guest, or should I say guests, have been single-handedly bringing back the guitar-driven sounds of classic rock to the charts. Before they join us on the sofa, we're about to see them do their thing. It's Heartbreak Radio!" called Graham, as he introduced you. The corner of the stage which had until now been bathed in darkness, was suddenly illuminated. You played through the first few bars of the song, with your nerves high. You weren't used to performing to an audience of seated guests, so it made it hard to judge their reactions. Thankfully for you however, there were at least two people there letting you know just how much fun they were having.
You spared a glance to Pedro and Joe, who were both on their feet and beaming at you. You noticed Joe miming along to the chorus, while Pedro danced in that unique, dorky way that only he could pull off. Sure, Olivia, Graham and Richard were also on their feet, but your eyes were drawn to the handsome men closest to you. As they looked on, you found your confidence, feeling the self-doubt melt away into the ether. Before you knew it, the song was over. The studio was awash with applause, and you had members of the technical crew ridding you of your guitar and in-ear monitors during a brief pause.
You were directed towards the famous sofa, stepping carefully. The last thing you wanted to do was fall on national television. It might not make the cut, but falling in front of the audience and other guests would be bad enough. You safely made it to your destination, and shook hands with everyone there as if you hadn't already met them. You started with the furthest from you: Graham. Then Richard and Olivia. When you got to Pedro, he took your hand and used it to pull you in for a kiss on your cheek. Joe followed suit, his hot breath as he greeted you searing your skin like a branding iron. Such a simple and ordinary gesture, one you'd experienced plenty of times before. Yet somehow with them, it felt like a first kiss all over again.
With the rest of the band following suit, though even Amy got a handshake from Pedro and Joe, it was time to take part properly in your very first chat show. Graham asked you questions about the band's humble beginnings, about some of your more major performances and how success had been for you all. You took the lead on most questions, as most frontmen or women would, though the rest of the band weren't silent by any means. Graham reached behind his seat to retrieve a brand new copy of your latest album, on vinyl no less. "So, here's the album. Normally I just wave it about so people can see the cover but I've been told that I need to look at the record itself, is that right?" he asked.
"Yeah take a look! So when I was growing up, I was forced into dance lessons. Anyway, in my dance teacher's studio, there was always this display of amazing coloured vinyl records. I wasn't ever sure what they were, and I don't think she cared. But they looked amazing. So when we were asked if we wanted to make our album into a record I knew I had to ask about getting it done using colour" you explained. As you did, Graham slipped the disc from its sleeve, revealing a thick circle of vinyl, in a yellow and purple splatter pattern. "That's so cool! I need to get one, can I have that one?" asked Joe, reaching his hand out towards Graham.
"Take it, I don't care they never tell me I can't! Look, they might even sign it for you" he said with a laugh, passing the record to Joe. "Oh I wish, but we don't have a pen!" he said, hamming up the bit. "Here, this'll do" you said, and before your brain could tell you to think better of it, you pressed the album to your lips, and left a lipstick kiss on the glossed sleeve. "There you go Joseph, that's better than a little squiggle of Sharpie. Don't think he'll be selling that on ebay any time soon" laughed Graham. You turned to look at Joe, who was sat next to you. He smiled at you bashfully, both of your cheeks glowing with a rosy tint.
"Hang on a minute, I think we glossed over the fact that you did dance classes? What did you do?" asked Pedro. You placed your face in your hands in embarassment. You really should've thought of the consequences of telling that story. "Uh, yeah. My parents wanted me to do something physical and I hated any of the team sports. Dance was the compromise. I did ballroom. Especially Latin" you explained. "Oh no way, I took Latin dance classes too!" said Pedro, excitedly. "Oh now you can't say that and not show us, come on, give us a demonstration!" cried Olivia, a wicked grin on her face.
Thank god for the couple of drinks you'd had before the show. Without them, you'd have surely passed out as a sheepish-looking Pedro took your hand and led you to an empty part of the studio floor. "We can do a few tango moves?" he offered, his eyes almost apologetic that you'd been dragged into this. And perhaps you were, but as he held you in his arms, one hand on the small of your back, and the other cupping yours - you suddenly didn't care. "I might be a little bit rusty, you'll have to lead me well!" you said. And lead you he did. Much to the joy of the other guests and the studio audience, you and Pedro managed to step through a few bars of basic tango to a piece of music the sound department had quickly found.
You were surprised at how adept Pedro was at dancing. His moves were fluid and confident, and he pressed his body into yours at the perfect points, bending you to his will. For the final move, he dipped you low, bending over you - his face hovering just inches from your own. You noticed his eyes looking between yours, as if trying to read your mind. His pupils were blown wide, and you could sense he was holding himself back. If this were a movie, this would be the moment he'd kiss you passionately. Alas, this was not a movie. This was the record of a talk show, and as the audience clapped, he pulled you upright, giving you a small smile as he led you back to your seat. For some reason, Joe had moved up the sofa, meaning you were now sat wedged between him and Pedro. There was very little room, and your thighs were plastered against theirs. You felt hot and on the edge, in the best way.
You recorded the final parts of the show, and finally it was time to finish up. Back in the green room, everyone came together for one final drink before leaving. Joe, true to his word, introduced you properly to Olivia Coleman. She was as delightful as you'd hoped. You took great joy in the other members of your band coming out of their shells and mingling too. Eventually, proceedings were moved to the bar at the fancy hotel they'd put Pedro up in, with him insisting on as many people coming as possible. Your group took up an intimate corner in the plush lounge bar, the drinks flowing freely. Despite being drawn to Pedro and Joe, you made an effort to separate yourself from them, talk to the others - lest you make it too obvious how desperately you wanted them both. It was just an added bonus that you were able to observe the two of them once again, giving you lust-filled looks like lovesick teenagers.
As you returned from a brief toilet break, you noticed there had been a re-shuffle of the seats. Your spot next to Amy was now taken by someone else, leaving the only free seat on the couch next to Joe. On the other side of him, was Pedro. You picked up your glass from your previous location and joined them, slumping back on the comfortable velvet couch. "There she is" remarked Joe, tipping his glass to you. "There I am indeed. You guys having a good night?" you asked. "Oh we're having a great time. Hey, where are you staying tonight?" asked Pedro. "Uh, well I only live a couple of tube stops away, so.. mine I guess?" you chuckled.
"God, that must be so nice! I gotta say, that's the best thing for me about doing shows in New York. When I'm done, I can just walk home. Fifteen minutes and I can be in my sweats with a whiskey" he chuckled. "That sounds great, I love New York" you replied, chatting with the two of them about your vastly different experiences. You'd only ever been as a tourist. Joe had only been on work-related visits, but Pedro was a local, and was only too happy to reel off lists of his favourite bars, deli's and restaurants. "What about you Joe? Where are you staying tonight? Or are you London-based?" you asked.
"Well I am London-based, but a little further out than you by the sounds of it. They said they'd have a car waiting to take me home when I was done, but I couldn't think of anything worse than knowing some bloke was sat outside all night just waiting for me. So I said not to bother. I can Uber, or if worst comes to the worst, I'll be spooning Pedro all night" he laughed, making you and Pedro chortle too. "The funniest part is, my room has two beds. So Joe wouldn't have to sleep in my bed. Looks like he just wants to, huh?" mocked Pedro, ruffling his hair like a playful older brother. "What can I say, I just sleep better when pressed up against you" joked Joe. "That sounds lovely, room for a third?" you asked, the words leaving your lips before your brain had a chance to comprehend what they were.
You widened your eyes and clapped your hand over your mouth, looking up at the ceiling to avoid their gaze. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry that was.. that was waaay too much. Brain working on a different time zone to the mouth" you laughed awkwardly. Summoning the strength, you turned to look back at them, expected shock, or disgust to be plastered all over their faces. Except what you saw was smirks on both of their faces. Their eyebrows were raised in surprise, sure.. but both of them shared a look of excitement, of wonder.
"Sorry, can I just slip past you please?" asked Richard, as he shuffled between the couch you were occupying, and the table of drinks. To give him more room, you swung your legs up and over, hovering them over Joe and Pedro's laps. You made an effort (using all the core strength you could muster) to keep them in the air.. but you needn't have bothered. Pedro gently placed his hands over your ankles, and brought them down to rest on his knee, the backs of your claves now pressed to the tops of Joe's thighs. He gave you a look, checking that you were okay with the gesture - which of course you were.
"Fucking hell, comfy over there?" asked Amy, giving you a raised eyebrow. At this moment you had two options - to move your legs and deny everything, giving Joe and Pedro a clear signal that you weren't interested. Or throw caution to the wind and stop pretending that you weren't all consenting adults who could do whatever they wished. "Yes thanks Ames. What, jealous?" you asked, winking in her direction. She gave you an incredulous look, before turning away to leave you to it.
The night wore on, and the drinks slowed. People peeled away one by one, until it was just you, Pedro and Joe remaining.
"So uh, this place has gotten a little dead. Want to head up and raid the minibar in my room on the BBC's dime?" asked Pedro. "I'm game, what about you?" you asked Joe. "I uh.. I don't know. Was I invited or..?" he asked, looking awkwardly between the two of you. "Yeah of course man, come on!" he said, releasing your legs and swinging them round to land back on the floor. "Alright, I just wasn't sure.. I mean I kinda feel like, I don't want the night to end. I feel like we've really clicked and.. I mean I would love to take you home. But I think you two have clicked as well and I don't want things to get weird between us so maybe now is a good time for you to choose? I mean, that's if you want either of us? God, maybe I got this wrong I'm so sorry.." Joe stuttered.
"I feel the same. If you do too, just tell us who's won your heart and the other man will bow out gracefully, right?" said Pedro, nodding towards Joe. You stood up and turned to face them both, summoning courage you weren't even sure you had. "Seem's to me like it'd be a shame for anyone to miss out. I was always taught it's good to share, what do you boys think?" you purred. Pedro and Joe looked at each other, seemingly having a silent conversation through their eyes alone. Joe smiled, Pedro clapped him on the back and they both rose to meet you. "Are you sure about this? You're not drunk or anything?" asked Joe. "My last two drinks were cokes, I'm barely more than buzzed at this point. You?" you asked, checking to make sure they were in their right minds, despite being desperate to sprint to the lift up to Pedro's room.
"Same here" said Joe. "Me too, takes a whole lot more to get me drunk these days" said Pedro, as he bent down to pick up your bag. Joe grabbed your guitar case, and the three of you swiftly walked towards the lift, trying desperately to go unnoticed.