That night, after a killer show in Portland, the crew piled into the new tour bus, their gear already stashed neatly in undercarriage bays and locked-down racks. Inside, the soft glow of ambient LED lights wrapped the cabin in a calming hue as the engine purred quietly beneath them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane stood in the middle of the main lounge, arms stretched wide. \u201cWelcome to the rest of your lives, folks.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cassie was already sprawled across one of the L-shaped couches, head back, sipping from a chilled soda. \u201cThis is so<\/em> much better than that sweaty van.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Jonah was bouncing from couch to bunk to kitchenette, poking everything. \u201cYo, the shower has water pressure! Like… actual water pressure!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark was in his bunk already, curtain pulled, muttering, \u201cIf any of you wake me up tonight, I\u2019m rewiring the DMX console to scream.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Rico found the back lounge and groaned with happiness as he sunk into a recliner. \u201cYeah, I\u2019m never going home.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel, meanwhile, was still at the espresso bar, fawning over the stainless-steel machine like it was sacred. \u201cThis thing\u2019s got dual boilers… I can steam and pull at the same time… this is… I don\u2019t even have words.\u201d He looked up at Thane with soft, misty eyes. \u201cI love you more now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane chuckled, leaning on the frame. \u201cYou say that every time I give you caffeine.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Diesel, behind the wheel, called out without turning around, \u201cYou wake me up after midnight, you better be bleeding or on fire.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Everyone laughed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Later that night, Gabriel climbed into his bunk across from Thane\u2019s, a mug of fresh espresso still in hand. \u201cCozy,\u201d he murmured, eyes closing, claws curled over the soft blanket. \u201cI could get used to this.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou\u2019d better,\u201d Thane replied with a yawn. \u201cWe\u2019ve got a thousand miles to go.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n At 6:47 AM, the entire tour bus jolted awake to the sound of whirring<\/em>, hissing<\/em>, and a maniacal giggle<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel, wearing nothing but basketball shorts and a Feral Eclipse hoodie, was behind the espresso bar like a mad scientist. Four mugs steamed in a row. Milk frothed. Espresso poured. The smell of roasted beans hit the bunks like a tidal wave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Jonah staggered out, hair a mess. \u201cDude. Are you okay?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBetter than okay,\u201d Gabriel grinned wide, tail swishing. \u201cI\u2019m achieving perfect crema on a Kenyan single-origin ristretto pull. Look!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cassie stumbled out next, squinting. \u201cYou\u2019ve been up for how<\/em> long?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSince five. I wanted to dial in the grind size. Also, I made you a flat white. Extra vanilla. You\u2019re welcome.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Diesel emerged from the driver\u2019s bunk, fully dressed, sunglasses already on, and looked at the scene without a word. He grabbed the mug labeled \u201cDriver\u2019s Only\u201d<\/em> and downed it in one go.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI don\u2019t not<\/em> like him,\u201d he muttered, nodding at Gabriel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark appeared last, wrapped in a blanket, holding up a handwritten sign that read: \u201cNO SOUND BEFORE COFFEE.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Then a sudden BANG!<\/em> echoed from the back lounge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Rico’s voice: \u201cOkay, I think the espresso made Jonah speed up the Xbox fans. Or maybe the fans made him<\/em> speed up. I dunno!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel held up a fresh cup to Thane, tail still swishing. \u201cDouble shot? Triple? Cinnamon dusted?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane took the mug with a groggy smile. \u201cYou\u2019ve turned into a barista werewolf.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel beamed. \u201cI regret nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" That night, after a killer show in Portland, the crew piled into the new tour bus, their gear already stashed neatly in undercarriage bays and locked-down racks. Inside, the soft glow of ambient LED lights wrapped the cabin in a calming hue as the engine purred quietly beneath them. 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