It wasn't that Candace was intentionally ignoring Ben. She actually found some of his wisecracks at Jack to be hilarious. Merely, she was just too absorbed and passionate over her music to give a response at the time. The others however, she had plenty of slings and arrows left for them. Taking a little break to let her hands rest before the show, she set her guitar next to her stack and stood to stretch her limbs, a bit of relaxing before the main event kicked off, but upon stretching and giving a yawn, her tank top rose shortly, giving another generous peek of her skin. Good God she did dress like a stripper, but fuck it. She didn't really give a shit what Drake or Jack thought about her revealing attire, mostly just blowing off their little cracks and jabs. Still wearing her snide grin, that one that says [i]You just wish you could go home with this, but too bad for you.[/i], she glanced over to Drake after he claimed her panties would be around Jack, to which she replied, a little charisma behind her, "Who said I was wearing any?" and a sly wink towards the end. In truth she was though. She might look like a whore but she sure as hell wasn't flashin' no beav' around these guys. Besides, she was well....playing for the other team, so to speak, giving a smile towards Lucy.

But when the subject came to "Who are you going home with tonight?" she immediately yanked her eyes away from the metal queen, so as not to give the wrong impression, but her pale cheeks were already blazing hot. Lucy was a good friend of hers, yeah, and well.....eventhough she didn't want to admit it outright, Lucy was well.....she was hot, like Angela Gossow hot, the perfect body and everything. Damn, she could sure as fuck use a distraction now. Thankfully the conversation switched with Jack wondering when the gig was going down. Candy had to think the same. When were they going on? It was an important night to her as much to her other bandmates, and the sooner she heard the roar of the crowd, the better. "Hey Richie, mind giving me a beat?" Candy said to the pompous Ben behind the drums.

Once the beat kicked in, she joined on her favorite instrument, momentarily tuning down to her accustomed drop-D and picking out a nice hard bluesy riff, but with enough crunch and power behind it to still be heavy