luvs_yogurt | OOM: Milliways Room 15

After their quick walk, Michael let Emma lead the way back to the bar. He hasn't been up to his room since the apocalypse, but unsurprisingly it's exactly as he'd left it - looking vaguely like every single mid-range hotel room in Miami. A comfortable double bed occupies the center of the room with a small table and two chairs off to one side. Immediately beside the table is a minifridge on top of a small counter sporting a two-cup coffee maker and an unopened bottle of whiskey with two fresh tumblrs. Along the other side of the room is a small closet that Michael hopes still has a fresh change of clothes and assorted odds and ends he needed at one point or another.

"Feel free to make yourself at home," he smiles as he unlocks and then pushes open the door. "It's not much, but it's private and comfortable."

Pacing inside, he does a visual check on autopilot - confirming everything is where it should be (the whiskey being a nice and welcome touch, the bottle had been empty and wine the last time he left) and no nasty surprises were waiting.

"Do you mind if I..." he's already shouldering off his dirty, torn jacket; "put on something a little less destroyed?"

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"Knock yourself out."

It's a lot warmer in here than it is outside, so she shrugs off her own somewhat dusty red leather jacket, baring her arms in that sleeveless blue top that's...really not in much better shape.

Oh well.

The jacket goes on the back of one of the chairs and she looks around for a minute, hands resting easy on her hips.

It's not a hell of a lot different from the places she's stayed in various cities, that's for sure.

"Nice of the bar to have rooms. That's handy."

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