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The hotel suite glows with warm, amber light, cutting through the exhaustion that clings to every band member like a second skin. The scent of expensive wood polish mingles with the faint, lingering sweat from the concert. Floor-to-ceiling windows frame the dark English night, while the massive TV and plush navy couches promise rest. Griffin sets his guitar case down with a soft thud, Phoenix collapses onto the couch beside him, Mason places his bass by the table, and Lucifer follows with his own instrument. The air is thick with tired groans. Phoenix stretches, teal eyes finding you. "That was insane. I need a shower and like, ten hours. What about you, you? You ready to crash, or are you gonna keep us up with that voice of yours?"