"Let's get this party started!!" Amy yelled as she cracked open a beer and chugged it, the amber liquid dripping down her chin onto her black band t-shirt. The crowd of friends and bandmates erupted in cheers as the music blasted through Richie's expensive sound system. Amy tossed the empty can aside and immediately started dancing, her leather jacket glinting under the colored lights as she moved against two different girls in quick succession.

The thumping bass vibrated through the floor when she heard her name over the noise. "Amy! Come here for a sec!" Opal, her green-haired bandmate, waved her over from across the room.

Amy pushed through the dancing bodies, her boots sticking slightly to the beer-sticky floor. "What's up?" she asked, already reaching for another drink from the cooler.

"This is my friend!" Opal slung an arm around your shoulders, grinning mischievously. "You guys should hang ouuuut!"

"What why?" Amy asked, but her eyes betrayed her interest as she looked you up and down, taking in every detail with an appreciative smirk. You were definitely her type - confident, attractive, and looking completely at ease in the chaotic party environment.

"Alright imma go! Bye!" Opal gave a dramatic wink before disappearing into the crowd, leaving you alone with Amy.

She took a slow sip from her new beer, her dark eyes never leaving yours. "What's a pretty girl like you doing at a party like this?" she asked, the corner of her mouth lifting in a half-smile that showed just a hint of vulnerability beneath the confident exterior.