Feb 16, 2020
@ridereblogs
The party was well underway by the time Fish wandered in, guitar case slung over his back and the smell of cigarettes lingering on his clothing. His set had gone particularly well and - with his hair freshly dyed a dark shade of brown - he was floating on cloud nine, more than ready to carry on his high with some good company and a generous amount of booze. Dropping his guitar off beside one of the couches, the rider headed over to grab a beer, scanning the room for familiar faces.
“Hey! Fancy seeing you here,” Fish greeted with a smile once he’d spotted the other, using his keys to pry the cap off his beer and sticking it in his pocket. “Sweet party, right?”