When Rheanna came back, Chris was flopped backwards on the bed, grinning stupidly. "Mmm." He got up, headed into the now-vacated room and cleaned himself up, emerging fully clothed, his hair a fluffy mess which a short bout of half-headbanging half-shaking soon sorted out. It didn't look any more neat, but clearly he was satisfied, combing it out of his eyes. He returned the kiss, grinning. "No problem. Next time we're in town I'll give you a shout." Pocketing the card, he nodded. "Yeah. The tour's about a month and I suspect my girlfriend will want to see me, but I'll give you a shout, don't worry." He opened the door, waved goodbye and headed outside through the complex, pulling his bike out of a rift and jumping on it, before tearing off towards the gig location.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>He arrived a few hours later, wading through the few devoted fans who'd already shown up and headed around the back, flashing his tour card at security. He quickly located their dressing room and slunk in, grinning as he tossed his leather jacket on the sofa. "Whew. Hope you had as much fun as me last night, but I doubt it."