Grant
Only bare feet could be seen protruding from under the pile of white and puffy hotel sheets of which Zerstoren's drummer currently resided. Bare feet and a stray arm dangling limp over the edge of the over sized bed. His face and torso were buried safely into his fort of pillows, including the one he'd stolen from J.J's room and three or four he'd stolen from the couch. Either way, Grant had far surpassed his quota of soft and comfy and seemed quite content with it as well. This peacefulness could only last so long though, soon his phone, which was smushed between his right cheek and the bed began to buzz and beep, along with the sounds of his band mates already awake. Of course he had set his alarm later than the others. Grant could wake, shower, and complete the entirety of his morning routine in a matter of fifteen minutes. Eighteen on a slow day. Slowly the pile of sheets and pillows stirred, causing some of the contents to spill over onto the floor as Grant sporting a pair of mario and luigi boxers, and quite the case of bed head emerged.
Fifteen minutes later, the dark haired drummer was as dressed as he had to be in a pair of jeans, one of the bands signature t-shirts, and his favorite pair of VAN sneakers. Of course we can't forget the pair of drum sticks he religiously stuffed into his back left pocket. It was with minty fresh breath, a quick hair ruffle, and a yawn, that Grant finally dragged his lazy butt from his room to join the others. He took a quick look around, put his fingers to his lips, positioning them just right and whistled in obvious hopes of getting everyone's attention.
"I don't know about you guys, but I need food...and coffee. Ready or not, All butts out this door in five minutes!" Grant announced, a grin on his face despite the still sleepy look of his eyes. Without another word, he proceeded to collapse on the couch, stretch and sprawl out checking his watch as the five minute count down began.