1. Chris counted it as her own fault, really. Halter top that hadn't been activity-tested was a wardrobe malfunction waiting to happen, especially as active as the show's crowd was. At least she estimated it had only been a few seconds before she noticed. Half a second later was when DJ whispered a silent thanks for headset mikes, leaped down into the front row, and slipped his own shirt over his date-in-waiting. (It wasn't as if it was going to be on much longer anyway.) Chris was more impressed he didn't break tempo than anything else, to be honest.
2. The thanks for his chivalry came one full song later. After an intense gaze and some wriggling beneath the new shirt, the treacherous halter top was flung onstage. DJ came closer to missing a cue this time, and Chris giggled as she could swear she saw his forehead slope an extra inch.
3. To escape the crowds after the show, Chris had thrown DJ on her back and scaled a fire escape to get them to a rooftop. "I'm not She-Hulk or Ms Marvel, but I get by." She smirked over her furry shoulder at him."
4. They'd had plans, but couldn't for the life of them remember what they were. They wound up sharing a beanbag and a pair of old-school chunky headphones in an all-night record shop.
5. "Is it alright if I kiss you goodbye?"
"You can. In the morning."
And the door to Chris' room slammed shut.
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