As the door closed, Rachel watched as his bandmates smiled after Savannah. This caused a smile of his own to appear on his face; she'd done it. She'd charmed them, and he figured her hiring was inevitable at this point.

   "Well?" Rachel prodded when the band still hadn't said anything, moving the ottoman back into its original place. "What'd you think of her?"

   "I like her a lot," Sebastian said with a smile, walking over to the couch and sitting on it with a dramatic "oof."

   "Who wouldn't? She was very personable and easy to talk to," Rob said, sitting next to his vocalist.

   Scotti nodded in enthusiastic agreement. "I would love to hire her," he said bluntly.

   "Me, too. But, there is one thing," Snake said, grabbing a bouncy ball off the room's shelf (the band had various toys, solidifying their reputation of being adult children) and began to absently bounce it as he talked. "You were quick to dismiss her history with her old band, Rach. But, that history could be a red flag."

   Rachel's eyes darkened at the very suggestion. "I already told you, we can't know that for sure unless we give her a chance."

   "Okay, but what if she's just like they said? That could screw us over."

   "How?" Sebastian chimed in from the couch, looking at Snake with a slightly irritated expression on his face. "How would her hypothetical bitchiness screw us over?"

   "Come on, man! If she's like what her band said, then if she interacts inappropriately with the fans or causes some issue, then that could be a shit stain on our names for hiring her."

   "Oh, give me a fucking break," Rob mumbled to himself. "Snake, you're looking way too deep into this. She had some issues with her band. So what? If their complaints hold water, we fire her. And our names will be cleared, since we remedied the problem."

   "Besides, I don't even think she will be a bitch," Scotti said. "I don't see a bitchy bone in her body."

   "Because it was an interview. She's obviously gonna be at her best during an interview," Snake responded. "You never know what'll show its face during her employment."

   Sebastian's relaxed pose on the couch stiffened a little, his body language a little more tense, and a little more angry. "You know, as much as you preach about being who you are and not letting anyone give you shit for it, you're being shallow as fuck right now."

   Rachel could sense Sebastian's anger levels rising and tried to deescalate the situation. "Baz—"

   "No! She's given us no reason to dislike her so far and you're treating her like she's a fucking bomb ready to go off!"

   Rob timidly reached over and patted Sebastian's back. "Hey, chill out."

   Snake's eyes widened, not expecting to genuinely set his friend off. "Okay, okay, I get it. You're right. I'm just saying that maybe we should keep her history in mind when deciding this. I'm not saying I don't like her; I do! She seemed awesome. I'm just. . .wary of her."

   Sebastian scoffed. "How nice," he spat sarcastically.

   Snake looked at Rachel expectantly, hoping that he would calm Sebastian down and help him see the other side of the argument like he normally did.

   But, Rachel was also a little pissed. That was his friend that was getting scrutinized. "Baz is right," he simply said.

   "I get where you're coming from, Snake," Scotti chimed in. "But, come on. You would seriously turn Sav away because of what someone else said about her? Someone who we've never met and have never even heard of?"

   Snake thought about it. He sighed as he responded. "No, probably not."

   Sebastian visibly relaxed, but still looked irritated.

   "I'm just overly paranoid, I think," Snake continued. "I've never been a big musician before, so I don't really know how to handle all this." He caught his bouncy ball one last time before setting it back on the shelf that was in the room. "I feel like we have to please everyone, and I'm scared of failing to do that. Besides, it's hard enough to keep a band together without a bitchy person messing everything up even further."

   "She's not a bitchy person," Sebastian grumbled.

   "Yeah, sorry, bad wording," Snake corrected himself. "I mean a hypothetical bitchy person, not Sav specifically. If someone threw our rhythm off by being rude or getting in the way of our dynamic, maintaining the band would be even harder than it normally is. We fight enough already." He gave a half-smile, trying to lighten the mood.

   "I get you," Rob replied, nodding. "But our motto is not caring what anybody thinks! We are the youth gone wild!" He looked at Sebastian expectantly, thinking that he'd burst into song like he normally did whenever a song reference was mentioned.

   But, he didn't. He sat with his arms crossed, looking at Snake while quietly seething. Rob was astounded that a dig at Savannah could piss the blond off so much.

   Snake laughed a little. "You're right, you're right. I'm sorry. I shouldn't let my paranoia get in the way of hiring someone who I like." He thought about it briefly before finally deciding to overcome his paranoia and take a chance. She seemed cool, so that should be enough for him. "I wanna hire her."

Rachel relaxed. "Good. It's obviously a given that I want to." He chuckled a little.

"I do, too," Scotti said. "But, I made that clear already."

"Me, too," Rob replied.

"Same," Sebastian said. He looked slightly happier now, but still seemed a little offended on Savannah's behalf. He hated judgement of any kind, especially when it was based off of the "he said, she said" argument.

"Great. Then, it's settled. Savannah is the new fashion director of Skid Row." Snake thrust his hands into the air dramatically with a smile, happy about his decision.

The rest of the band erupted into applause and whoops. Through all the hullabaloo, Snake noticed that Sebastian's craziness was still operating at only half capacity. So, he approached the couch and shoved Rob out of the way, since the blond-haired lead singer was right by the arm. Of course, he could have sat on the arm, but he always loved an excuse to push Rob. "Hey, man," he said over the cheers, which faded out as the band realized he was trying to talk. "I didn't mean to offend you. I know you hate judgment, and I shouldn't have judged Sav. I'm sorry."

Sebastian looked at Snake and softened. He was a sucker for good apologies. But, he still felt a dull feeling of irritation, one of which he ignored. "You're fine, man. I don't even know why that struck such a chord with me. I shouldn't have gotten all weird about it."

"Nah, you had every right to. It was my fault."

"Broment," Scotti whispered, causing the band to erupt in giggles.

Rachel pulled out his phone amidst the giggling and said, "All right, I'm gonna make the call to Sav. Any last minute objections?"

Everyone responded with some variant of the word "no."

"All right." Rachel opened up Savannah's contact and called her.

"Put it on speaker," Sebastian suggested as it rang. He grinned. "I wanna hear her reaction."

Rachel smiled, nodded, and did what was asked of him. The phone rang another two times before Savannah answered:

"Fuck—shit—hello?" she got out.

Rachel looked at his phone questioningly while the rest of the Skids laughed. "Hey, Sav. Is this a bad time?"

"No, not at all. I just dropped my fucking pint of ice cream on the ground face-down," she answered. "And now the whole upper. . .coating—is that the right term for it?—of the pint is ruined. So, what's up? Got any news to make this experience slightly less agonizing?" She knew she wasn't being subtle, but she wanted an answer.

Everyone in the room snickered; everyone but Rachel had just met her, yet somehow they knew that dropping a pint of ice cream face-down was a very Savannah-y thing to do.

"Yes, actually. The Skids and I talked, and we've agreed that you'd be the perfect fit for the job."

   There was loud screaming on the other end of the line, causing Rachel to smile in adoration. "You're happy about that, I presume."

   "Are you kidding?! I'm so happy!" Savannah replied, causing the smiles on everyone's face to widen. "I promise I won't let you down, Rach."

   "I believe that wholeheartedly." When she continued to scream in joy, Rachel added, "You're on speaker, by the way. Everyone can hear you."

   "Hi, Sav!" Sebastian said, laughing at the silence on the other end of the phone.

   "As if that wasn't information I could've used," she finally mumbled. "Thanks for the belated heads-up. And hey, Baz. Thanks for hiring me! Thanks to all of you for that!"

   "It was our pleasure!" Scotti responded, a response which Snake and Rob emphasized with their agreements.

   "When will I start?" Savannah asked, a giddy tone to her voice.

   "We have a photoshoot on Wednesday, so maybe you should come tomorrow to decide what you want us to wear. That way it's not last minute," Rachel replied. He looked at his band for confirmation, and they all nodded in support. "Your pay starts now, too, so expect your first check a week from now."

   "Sounds perfect. Oh my God, I can't believe this! Thank you guys again."

   "Babe, it was really no problem!" Snake laughed.

   Sebastian shot him a look, a look of which that Snake missed completely. If it was no problem, then why'd he give Savannah so much shit? Shaking his head, he decided to ignore his feelings of annoyance. They had faded when he pushed away the previous burst of anger.

   "All right, Sav, I'll let you take care of that ice cream situation," Rachel said, smiling. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

   "You bet your ass you will," Savannah answered. "See you then, Rach."

   "See ya." Rachel hung up the phone, grinning. "She's very excited," he stated.

   "No shit," Rob snickered.

   "I love her enthusiasm. She's so cute, isn't she?" Sebastian asked. "When was the last time we had someone that stoked to work for us?"

   Rachel's head whipped around. "Don't even fucking think about it, dickwad. That's my best friend." He sat on the arm of the couch and pushed Sebastian playfully.

   The blond raised his hands in defense. "Damn, man, chill out. I didn't mean anything by it. Your tits need some serious calming."

   Everyone laughed, and Rachel grinned, rolling his eyes. "You're such an asshole, man. My tits are fine."

   "Your tits are sizzling, they're so uncalm," Snake told the brunette, picking up the bouncy ball again. He bounced it as he continued. "You know, I threw such a bitch fit about Savannah joining us, but I'm actually kind of excited to work with her tomorrow."

   "I'm getting whiplash from your mood swings, Snake," Scotti joked. "Is it that time of the month?"

   "Oh, fuck off. It's called being presented with good evidence to change your opinion."

   "Aww, our evidence was good?" Sebastian teased with a smirk. "Are we about to kiss? Because I'm picking up some hardcore romantic vibes here."

   "I would rather die," Snake said flatly, causing Sebastian to gasp in faux hurt.

   There was a brief pause, and Rachel broke it. "Kind of a change of topic, but we should probably tell Doc we hired Sav, right? Make it official?"

   "Yeah, probably. HEY, DOC!" Sebastian yelled for the second time in two days.

   The manager that always appeared a little frustrated came into the room. "What?"

   "We hired that chick we interviewed," Sebastian said. "We just figured we'd tell you so you could start managing her pay and so that you wouldn't flip your shit when you saw a stranger here."

   Doc rolled his eyes. "With all the strangers you bring in here, why would I flip my shit? Thanks for telling me, though. I'll start keeping track of her pay now."

   The Skids looked at each other and smiled. It was official: Savannah was a part of their team. Little did they know, she was smiling at that moment as well, anxious but excited for what the next day would bring.