Indy and Mike's suite
"...So I fed her this bullshit line about cheffing and bartending jobs being a conflict of interest," Indy chuckles. "Heh. You should've seen her flail. Definitely one of my top five classic interview moments so far."
Having both called it a night downstairs, Indy and Mike are wending their way along the guest corridors back to their suite.
"Oh man, that's like... that's harsh right there. Of course... it doesn't compare to the buzz-kill I gave Dennis." Mike rolls up his sleeve, exposing a raised red scratch line running down his arm. "Want instant pity? Just add butter knife."
"Woah," Indy murmurs, looking fairly impressed by the mark. "That's kinda unfair though, using your bonding to unsettle the interviewees. How am I supposed to compete with that?"
Mike places a comforting hand on his roomie's shoulder.
"Life isn't a competition, Indy. There aren't any winners.
...Except me, of course."
Indy rewards Mike with a distinctly less impressed look as he opens the door to their suite.
"We'll see how much you win when our alcohol-loving regulars discover Matilda's dry Happy"
He breaks off mid-sentence and blinks, his attention having been grabbed by the scene that greets them in the living room of their suite. Mike, too busy making mocking faces behind Indy's back, doesn't realize his roomie has stopped moving until he bumps into him. He peers around Indy's frame to see what's causing the hold up, and starts to look just as bemused.
"Did we order that?"
Having both called it a night downstairs, Indy and Mike are wending their way along the guest corridors back to their suite.
"Oh man, that's like... that's harsh right there. Of course... it doesn't compare to the buzz-kill I gave Dennis." Mike rolls up his sleeve, exposing a raised red scratch line running down his arm. "Want instant pity? Just add butter knife."
"Woah," Indy murmurs, looking fairly impressed by the mark. "That's kinda unfair though, using your bonding to unsettle the interviewees. How am I supposed to compete with that?"
Mike places a comforting hand on his roomie's shoulder.
"Life isn't a competition, Indy. There aren't any winners.
...Except me, of course."
Indy rewards Mike with a distinctly less impressed look as he opens the door to their suite.
"We'll see how much you win when our alcohol-loving regulars discover Matilda's dry Happy"
He breaks off mid-sentence and blinks, his attention having been grabbed by the scene that greets them in the living room of their suite. Mike, too busy making mocking faces behind Indy's back, doesn't realize his roomie has stopped moving until he bumps into him. He peers around Indy's frame to see what's causing the hold up, and starts to look just as bemused.
"Did we order that?"