"Dom dom dom dom dom, you'll never guess what!" Matt shrieked, sprinting into the room, his red hair sticking up in all directions.
"What?" Dom asked sleepily, glancing at his alarm clock. 6am. Nice.
"We've been reviewed again! It's all perfect! I'm so happy!" Matt started spinning around and around in some sort of crazed dance, clutching the magazine to his bare chest. Dom frowned. "Review?"
"A gig review! Kerrang reviewed our gig! They said we're a spectacular live band!" Matt cheered and raced out of the room, returning suddenly with a bottle of champagne. He dug his thumb between the rim of the bottle and the cork, trying to wedge it out.
"Isn't it a little early for champagne?"
"It's never too early for champagne." Matt wiggled his arm and the cork popped off,spraying frothy liquid all over the bed. "Woops," he giggled. Chris awoke from all the noise and padded into the room, his eyebrows knitted together at the champagne.
"What's going on?" he asked drowsily. Dom explained, sitting up in bed and running a hand through his hair, remembering that it was cropped too short to ruffle. Matt poured the champagne into three flutes, each one full to the brim.
They clinked their glasses together. "Cheers!" And then they each took a sip, the bubbles tickling their lips. Matt smirked at Dom and licked his lips, remembering how much he liked champagne. Dom flushed and pretended to be extremely interested in the glass. Chris glanced between them and sighed. Was everything this gay?