"Uh, okay, so," Roy began awkwardly, trying to not sound too apologetic or nervous (and failing). "Here's the deal: we can't afford a room with two beds. Honestly, we can barely afford a room with one bed. I had to use all of my charm on the front desk person to get a discount."

He lifted a hand to scratch at the back of his neck. This was the opposite of how he'd hoped things would go; they were supposed to dismantle a big crime ring, have a grand ol' celebration, maybe have a few drinks and see where the night would go. Instead, the mission had gone off the rails and the two had wound up stranded, penniless, and hungry.

"Look, I know I kind of blew our funds prematurely on the whole celebration thing," he added quickly. "I thought we'd have something to celebrate. And that we'd be, you know, back home? Where all the stuff is?" Roy swallowed. "I promise I'll be good, okay? And if you're not cool with the situation, I'll...uh, I'll just sleep on the floor. Yeah." The floor was dusty and grimy, but at least it wouldn't glare daggers at him all night. Hopefully.

The archer fidgeted awkwardly. "Listen, I didn't mean for any of this to happen, all right? It just sort of...happened. And, hey, on the bright side, we can still have drinks! When...we get home. Which will happen! Sometime. Not tonight. Some other time! Potentially."

When that would be was anyone's guess, since their target had switched hideouts and their team had all split up to try and find leads. If nothing else, Roy was glad this was the teammate he was sharing a bedroom with. Even if not exactly in the way he'd been hoping to.

"Anyway! Bed. Just one. Two of us. How are we doing this?"