"Well that was..." Andrew started as he collapsed on the couch, box of Wheat Thins in hand. "THE MOST AMAZING NIGHT EVER?" Jack shouted a little to close to his face. Pushing him back, Andrew rolled his eyes. "Jesus Jack, how do you have any energy? We just played the biggest show of our entire lives. I'm fucking exhausted."
"Idunno!" Jack skipped off in the direction of the hotels tiny bathroom for a much needed shower. Andrew flipped on the TV. "Nate, games on." But the shorter man didn't respond. Andrew glanced over to see that Nate hadn't moved since they entered the room. He was standing at the window, looking out over the city, half smoked cigarette sticking out of his pursed lips. Andrew knew what that meant and muted the TV. "Wanna talk about it?" This is normally when Nate would spill all his inner most thoughts to Andrew. Thoughts about how that nights concert had gone or thoughts about their music or FBR or fans or his parents... But Nate remained silent as he crossed the room and opened the mini fridge. He made a disgruntled noise as if the contents of the fridge had personally offended him and shut the door hard enough to make Andrew flinch from across the room. The singer then grabbed his jacket, mumbled a "I'm goin out" and promptly left.. Andrew sighed and stared at the TV but basketball was the last thing on his mind. "He's a big boy he can take care of himself..." Jack then stepped out of the bathroom with a towel loosely around his thin waist and he walked over to Andrew. "Jack move I cant see the..." But he was cut off as, like a dog, Jack began to shake his wet brown curls, making it rain on Andrew. "Heheheh hey Andrew how'd you get all wet!" Annoyed, Andrew jumped off the couch and chased after Jack who jumped one of the beds. "CAN'T CATCH MEE!" "You're a fucking child, Antonoff." Despite his previous statement, Andrew joined Jack on the bed and they jumped until he remembered his exhaustion and lay down on the bed. Jack hopped off the bed to put on some jogging pants and a revel and riot shirt before sitting beside Andrew. The guitarist smacked the pianist on the leg "You played great tonight, dude!" Andrew smirked, "you too, man. I still don't know how you go that hard for so long. I guess I'm not 25 anymore hahah." He pulled out his phone and sent a quick tweet. Jack got out of the shower and got me all wet. How should I take revenge? The younger man looked around the room, "where's the Natester?" "I don't fucking know. He was being all mopey again then he wouldn't talk me. He took one look in the fridge then he was gone." "Should we call him or something?" Andrew thought "Naw he's fine. He preformed perfectly tonight. He should be happy." "Maybe he's out celebrating?" "Nate Ruess celebrating by himself? Oh god we better go find him. I'm going to grab and shower then we're goin out!" "OKAY!" Andrew found the strength to get into the shower and as he washed the sweat from his body he couldn't think about Nate. Andrew was his best friend and normally Nate didn't have a problem with sharing his feelings with the pianist so it was worry some that singer would have just walked out like that. Andrew was hoping he wasn't slipping back into his depression. But he had no reason to be, right? They had just released a brand new record. And everyone seemed to love it. They were selling out shows. This is what Nate wanted, right? Andrew finished his shower and contemplated attacking Jack with his wet hair but chose to get dressed instead because he has bigger things to worrying about then his ongoing prank war with the child of the group. When he stepped out of the bathroom, Jack had put on jeans and his jean jacket and was looking into the fridge. "Man no wonder Nate left! All that's in here is old bologna." "Motherfucking jail dinner." "Hahaha yeah hahaha JAIL DINNER! Haha. But can get get some food while we're looking for the Ruess? I'm starving!" "Me too, man. Let's go."