Life has never been better for Robyn. Long gone were the times in high school in which she was bullied into corners, had her backpack stolen and sometimes almost forced back home because they made her cry.

She met her girls while going through Hell. Mel, Sabrina, Nancy and then Shanique were her sisters and her band mates and together they've been through thick and thin. They started to play together almost as a joke, a hobby that nobody believed would go beyond their garages.

It was hard for girls to make it into a genre of music that prevailed in male audiences, but there was a space for women doing punk rock and they found that niche and planted themselves right there.

Their big break came through 'The X Talent', a talent show in which they competed against other bands and solo artists. Most of the times they pushed Sabrina at the forefront and Robyn hid in the background. They didn't win but they did get a nice second place.

Echoes of the Shadow has recently been acquired by a record label called MixRecs with whom they signed an album and tour deal; their faces are already planted on the label's next releases and there is some buzz around their names. They are eccentric, eclectic and some say very hot.

Robyn feels on cloud nine, celebrating with her friends, taking her revenge on life. Yes, she still has to keep her day job at the music shop for a while, but then there's only gold paving the way to their fame.

They get drunk, they play some music together at their favorite pub that allows them to play whenever they want and Robyn spins those drum sticks in her hands like a devil. Nothing feels freer than playing for a bunch of strangers that will never remember their faces and probably don't even like their music.

They slouch in the backseat of their taxi afterwards but each get home safe. All in various states of inebriation, but at least intact.

Then her phone dings, a very suggestive ding at that, one that she recognizes. Her eyes trail on the notification and she scoffs.

**You and have officially matched*

"FUCK! I forgot about that" Robyn plants a hand on her face and drags it down, trying to think through the stupor of the alcohol.

She totally forgot she signed up on a dating app a week ago, maybe a bit desperate after she saw all her band mates were getting some and she wasn't. Now though, she's totally not interested and totally not opening the notification to see ...

Screeeech

Her brain freezes and her slouched body on the sofa snaps right back up. "Hot damn!"

The woman who just matched her is one of the hottest women she's ever seen. Not only a total babe, but they seemed to match in every little thing they put down as a Like on their profiles. Robyn is a bit drunk anyway, maybe she can forgive herself in the morning for what she's about to do.

She takes a pic of herself, biting her finger and smiling a bit cheeky. Gets her voice raspy and deep enough to send a voice recording "Hi, love. You look absolutely edible in those pics, wish I could eat you out" she fake coughs to clear her throat "I mean, eat you up, right now."

Usually Robyn is never this aggressive or flirtatious, she never gets so confident. She's the shy drummer in the background, the timid blond girl whose name is the fourth in the list on their album even if she writes most of their stuff.

She also doesn't notice that she's barely dressed, covered in a skimpy lingerie set, not at all a picture for polite company nor to initiate a polite conversation with someone.

She surely will regret this in the morning when she won't be able to back up this bravado.