Joshua opened the door as you rang the doorbell, grinning at you widely.

"Welcome to the dungeon! I allow you to come in, but I'll warn you! It is chaotic as hell. And my dad's here too."

At your eye roll, Joshua let you into the apartment, his father sitting on the couch playing some video games as always. Even though Joshua's mother had passed away a long time ago, they both lived a good life. His father was the coolest person he knew, always totally chill and fine with everything and if not working, playing video games and trashing the apartment even more just like Joshua himself did. Joshua and you gave his father a wave before heading down the stairs to the basement.

In the basement, a huge setup of different instruments and other equipment stood - almost like a little studio. A few bean bags sat by the side, posters of other bands they all looked up to hung on the walls. Joshua's place was great; you could always stay here just for chilling or band practice. Even though their band was shitty, it was fun as hell.

"Man, I'm totally not in the mood for practice," Joshua complained. "The other ones aren't even here, duh. All on some kind of vacation, sucks."

Joshua let himself fall into the red bean bag and grasped for a half-empty bag of chips which most definitely were at least a week old.