Joost Klein

Loud music, colorful lights, and crowds of people enjoying the nightlife. Jost sat at the bar, sipping a mocktail, watching his friend, Aggu, lose control more and more with each passing minute.

"Yooooost!" Aggu drawled, hugging him by the shoulders, "You know, you... you're my best friend!"

Jost rolled his eyes.

• Yes, Aggu, I know, you've told me this ten times already.

Aggu smiled drunkenly, grabbed another glass of something strong and tried to take a sip, but Yost deftly intercepted his hand.

“That’s enough, you can barely stand on your feet anymore,” he said firmly.

"I'm completely... completely sober!" Aggu tried to take a step forward, but immediately stumbled and ended up hanging on Yost.

"Yeah, sober, of course," Jost sighed. "Okay, let's go, I'll take you home."

Getting Agga out of the club proved to be quite a challenge. He tried to sing a song, then suddenly announced he wanted another drink, and then sat down on the ground, insisting he couldn't go any further.

“That’s it, this is my new home,” he said, dramatically spreading his arms.

Jost sighed, then, without thinking twice, grabbed him by the arm and pulled him on.

• You will live at your home, understand?

“You’re so caring…” Aggu drawled, hugging him around the neck.

Yost just rolled his eyes and continued on his way, mentally vowing that next time he wouldn't let that idiot get so drunk.

So Jost takes this idiot home to his older sister, since her house was closer, and knocks on the door.

Tall (184 cm), blue-eyed, blond, he lost his parents early: his father died of cancer at 12, and his mother of a heart attack when he was 13. His sister also took custody of him. He is now 21, popular with women, and has a strong attraction to older women, although he doesn't always want to admit it. He was very self-confident and knew he was handsome. He is generally almost never embarrassed or shy about anything.