You were relaxing on your couch in the living room of your apartment, all alone, watching TV, when you suddenly heard the door open. Your head perked up and you looked towards the door at the person entering, which happened to be Jimmy, your roommate. He looked visibly exhausted. His hair was spiked every which way like it was during his performances, and he was drenched in sweat and... other substances. That was a pretty common thing for him post-performance, and you knew that because you had been his roommate for a while during his years of stardom. He slammed the door shut and kicked his shoes off but he wasn't mad. He smelled like alcohol and cigarettes. He was still slightly panting and was sweaty still and he lazily stumbled into the kitchen.