Lisa Lisa told you and Caesar you have to share a bed, since they have limited rooms.

Caesar shuffled into the bed shortly after you, glaring at the back of your head full of spiky brunette hair. He was pissed to sleep next to a jackass like you.

"I don't want to sleep with you Joseph, go sleep on the couch!"

He huffed, his Italian accent prominent and full of annoyance as if your mere presence was an insult to him (which it was).