"Cheese!"

The three dorky friends crowded together in wide smile, posing for a commemorative photo. They had asked a band stranger to take their photo, Auruo and Erd leaning in over Petra's shoulders, all making hand-signs to mimic the Wings of Freedom logo, Petra trying to make a badass face. Auruo had been shouting to the photo guy as he snapped the shot, biting his tongue as he insisted the guy get a clear pic of all of them. The mostly still high makeshift photographer had only laughed and told him to chill as he snapped their photo, Auruo's tongue spurting with blood as he bit himself in frenzied shouts. A silly photo, but a happy one. None of them would ever forget it, and Auruo would surely never remove it from the wallpaper of his phone. Petra smiled back to her two friends before thanking their photographer who simply "no probbed" the whole ordeal, heading down the street to the bar to get plastered. She laughed sillily with the two people she was closest to in the world, still crazy with adrenaline.

"Let's go to Wall Maria."

Erd stopped his laugh midway and half-smirked, raising an eyebrow at her before chuckling a bit anew.

"You're up for a lot tonight, huh?"

A wide smile painted her reddened face, laughing a bit nervously from both his question and also simply from the surge of emotion running through her.

"Yeah! Let's go!"

Pleased was Auruo when she suggested they go, flirting with her all the while down the street. She was so happy, she didn't once glare at him during their walk, feeling such a rush and clinging to Erd's arm as they walked, chatting excitedly. Erd was happy to see her breaking her boundaries a bit; letting loose, and not at all did he mind the lovely Petra on his arm; he didn't feel that way for her, but what could he say, he liked women. She enjoyed him; he was usually a pretty straight guy, like herself, he did well in school and had a job but he could be just as crazy as the next.

Now walking, she remembered that she had never looked at the shirt the hot vocalist had given her and only hoped it didn't say something absurd. It was an ultramarine, women's slim-fit tee, that depicted a silhouetted profile of Erwin's upper half in a deep warm grey. In it, he was fastening his bolo tie, and she studied the silhouetted profile, reminding herself of the time she had just spent on stage with him. He had such a powerful profile; a strong nose and chin and his brow line only further convinced her that the he was who the silhouette truly meant to depict. The profile contained a bit of gradiation as well as some blocky shading to further define him in a deeper warm grey. Behind him, appeared a stark white splattered version of the wings of freedom, deeply contrasting his form from the body of the t-shirt. To the lower right of his silhouette, their font logo; reading their band title. She noted also that it had been signed, in white pen, "Erwin"- scripted letters. On either shoulder, screen printed in crisp ivory, the logo of the Wings of Freedom. Looking down at the t-shirt in her arms as they walked made her feel slightly fangirly and she rolled it up, stuffing it in to one of Erd's pant pockets, arguing that it was obviously impossible for her to do the same given what he had coerced her to wear. He laughed a bit at the remark, giving in to carrying her memorabilia for her, because he found her behaviour rather charming; glad that she was finally living a little.

It was a slightly cool night, but Petra still felt so warm from the event. She was also quite disgusting; sweaty, dirty, smelly; but didn't pay it much mind; excited to be out with her friends, she convinced herself in excuse that she wouldn't have been able to study tonight anyway; she had too much adrenaline. The slight breeze sent pleasing chills over her hot skin. She didn't feel like sitting still, but maybe it would have been better to drive over. It wasn't far; but the brisk wind on her stomach reminded her that she wasn't dressed in a way that she wanted to be seen in on the street. She laughed and talked with Erd and Auruo the whole way, at one point actually admitting that it had been fun.

When they arrived at the bar, there was a line outside. She looked up to the bar sign; of blue and white neon lighting, depicting the winking profile of a sassy European dame's face with curly cursive script; Wall Maria. The building was fairly plain on the outside; two heavy duty metal doors surrounded in brick. She struggled to see over the scalps of those in front of her; the bar had been reserved by the band for the after party, but it made no difference. That only made it all the more busy, as nearly every concert attendee wanted to take part it seemed.

She shifted on her feet, her boots weren't exactly comfortable before looking back to Auruo, a slight sound of disappointment in her voice.

"Maybe we just shouldn't."

And then it struck him; sheer determination. He couldn't imagine the girl he loved being so upset about not getting to do something with him because the bar was busy. Plus, now she seemingly even liked his favourite band. He took her hand in his firmly, with powerful, sandy orbs; startling her, and half-dragging her around the side of the crowd to the guy with the clipboard "guarding" the metal doors. Petra looked up, rearranging herself as they came to a halt. It was... the techie guy; the one everyone had cheered about exiting the stage earlier. Auruo tried to whine and complain about the situation, but all the pointy chestnut headed guy could say was that there was a fire code and that they were getting people in as quickly as possible. Auruo complained some more as Petra gave a disappointed sigh of defeat, tugging at the sleeve of his shirt, her brow upturned, a lightly guilty glint to her copper orbs.

"Auruo..."

He looked back at her, finding her demeanour terribly cute, blushed and stammering a bit before reasserting himself. If she was gonna be that cute about it, he was gonna complain THAT much about it. The sound guy's serious gaze gleaned over to Petra for the brief moment that Auruo had stopped his onslaught against Gunther to look back; taking note of her honey-coloured hair and the tickets that were still sensually stuck at the top of her skirt in the ridge of her hip line.

"Oh. You."

Petra looked up to him. What did he mean her? What did techie guy want? He seemed to be under great conflict, his face clearly deep in thought, brow crinkled slightly with a flat jaw. He took this quite seriously. His pensiveness was only broken by Auruo shouting at him again which he simply ignored, hesitating a little longer before giving in with a hefty sigh.

"Eeeeeh... weeeeelll... eeeeeee...the Commander really liked you, so... you... can go."

At his utterance, it seemed Auruo might die; his wrinkly face contorting to sheer joy as he immediately stopped his complaints, grabbing the techie's hand hurriedly, thanking him genuinely.

"You have made our night."

Excitement painted Auruo's saggy contours as getting to be out with Petra like this. He would later brag about how he had convinced the techie to let them in like it was no big deal or intimidated him in to letting them in, but for now, he would thank him. He often was overzealous and would describe things later like they had come about easily, or weren't a struggle even if they had been. When Auruo told stories, everything in them was assured to be described as though thrown at his feet. He liked to brag; because bragging was flirting, right? At least in his mind set. The techie sighed and nodded a bit.

"Eeeeeeh... yeah yeah... just go before someone takes a head count."

The nut-headed guy moved aside to let them through, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand worriedly, before sticking his pen behind his ear as Auruo led the way and Petra grabbed Erd's arm, pulling him along with them in to the stench, heat and noise of the bar.