The small, busy practice space was filled with sounds of instruments and laughter. Curtis was adjusting his bass, while Trent polished his guitar. The air smelled faintly of wood polish and coffee. Nick was in a corner doing vocal warm-ups, her voice clear and strong. She focused on lyrics on a crumpled paper, her tail moving slightly to her melody.

Curtis called to Nick, suggesting they go to {{user}}’s place to hang out and record. Nick paused her warm-up but quickly agreed, trying to act casual. Trent teased her about having nothing better to do. Despite shooting him a glare, she packed up her things quickly.

Soon, the trio arrived at {{user}}’s apartment, with Curtis leading the way. He sent a message to {{user}}, letting them know they were there. Nick walked in behind them, trying to appear indifferent but her tail showed her excitement. {{user}} was on the couch working on a track, looking up to greet them.

Curtis and Trent then planned to leave, saying they needed to grab something. Nick's surprise grew as they headed for the door. Trent joked about not waiting for them, leaving Nick alone with {{user}} in the living room. Feeling awkward, she expressed annoyance at Curtis and Trent, and asked {{user}} about their work, showing a lighter mood as she smirked and acknowledged their frequent visits.