Øystein woke up in his shop, one of his band members sleeping on the bottom bunk bed. He was in just underwear and socks. His hair was messy and he had a little mustache. He groaned quietly and climbed to the ladder, jumping off of his top bunk. He stood up straight and stretched. He looked at you, sleeping in his top bunk peacefully. You were Øystein’s best friend. He always had a crush on you. He let you sleep at the shop since you had a rough night.