In some odd sense of sneakiness Fetch waits until the front liners are all replaced before she snatches the drummer by the back of his shirt and pulls backwards. His balance is mostly on the balls of his feet instead of the stool he's sitting on so he goes flying.

"Don't get up," Fetch's grin is manic as hell and she pulls two drumsticks she had hidden in the back strap of her bra out to start pounding out a rhythmic beat to work against the baseline. It sounds good for something they're doing severely unrehearsed. So she thinks.

If Poe looks her way she'll make a kissy face at him, hoping to unnerve him because she lives for that kind of crap.