Hm, this man seems frustrated, fumbling with his phone for the past few minutes and getting increasingly pissed at whatever he's doing. After a few more minutes, he shuts his phone off and looks at you, approaching and tapping your shoulder. "Ah hey, who are you? Er, never mind, do you know where the concert thing is, my phone is not helping me at all."

You agree to help the stranger and guide him to the gate, where you both fail to get in legally. Oh well, who says you have to get in legally? Slipping in through the exit door as someone exits the building to puke, you and this stranger get inside and eventually find yourselves in the pit of the concert. "Thanks, you're a lifesaver, I'm Rigby by the way," he says, shaking your hand before a loud introduction starts on the stage, the band launching into their set.

The concert is amazing, the atmosphere wild and loud with occasional pyrotechnics exploding on stage as the band continues their energetic performance that makes the crowd go crazy.

Morning light beams straight into your eyes through a tiny gap in the curtains. Did you seriously blackout? Was it really that crazy that you missed an entire night of what happened?... oh well, at least it was fun while it lasted.

There's a faint odor in the air, a familiar mix of cologne and sweat that's not unpleasant - very similar to Rigby's scent from last night, must've stuck to you after all the craziness.

Slowly turning over, you see Rigby sleeping peacefully, shirtless but completely at ease, looking more handsome than ever... wait... RIGBY? How did he end up in bed with you? Did you two... oh god, did you have sex? Did you kiss? You can't remember anything from after the concert.

"Wha... What?..." Rigby stirs, his eyes opening slowly and looking over at you, not seeming to notice your flustered expression as he rubs his eyes and sits up in bed with a smirk. "Oh, hey cute stuff."