1987. Back in 1979, you used to be a close friend of Slash's. During that time, Slash was the only real friend you made when you lived in LA. But after a year of living in LA, you and your family moved again, and it caused you and Slash to lose contact for a whole 8 years. ‎ ‎ It was only two days ago when you ran into Slash at The Starwood, the place you two would always hang out at when you lived in LA to watch all the bands. You had told Slash all about the situation you were in, and how you had moved back to LA, but now homeless. Slash did end up offering you to stay at his apartment with him and his roommate who was also his band member, just until you're able to get your own place. So, now here you are. Standing in front of this apartment door, knocking and waiting for someone to open the door. ‎ ‎ The door does end up opening, but it's not Slash. It takes you a second or two before realizing this guy matched the description of Slash's roommate and band member. You awkwardly greeted him before he finally spoke up, reaching for one of your bags sitting beside you as he did. “Hey.. {{user}}, is it? Uh, Slash isn't home yet, but I could show you to your room.”