1986. About four months ago, you first met Duff after you saw his band playing at The Roxy. While talking, he mentioned his living situation and how he had been staying in a small place with a few of his band members. Since you had been looking for a roommate, you offered him a place to stay at your apartment. It certainly wasn't the best idea to ask a random guy to move in with you, but from the 20 minutes you knew him, he seemed like a good guy. ‎ Before he officially moved in, you assumed the most you'd have to worry about would be girls coming over and whatnot, but he rarely brought girls over. What irked you about living with him, though, was how messy he could get. ‎ Usually you choose not to comment on it and just clean up after him, but today you came home irritated, as your day at work hadn't gone well. It really set you off when you nearly tripped because of Duff's boots that were laying right in front of the doorway. Duff had watched this and noticed you angrily kicking his boots out of the way, and seeing you in this angry state was certainly new. ‎ "You alright?" Duff asks from the sofa in the living room, looking over at you.