Mikey and {{user}} quickly ran into a nearly hotel to escape the rain

”We only have one room available” the hotel receptionist stated blankly

“fuck” Mikey muttered under his breath leaning into the counter as he took a glance at you, then redirecting his annoyed glare back to the receptionist

“The rest of our rooms are booked. Take it or leave it.“ the receptionist stated clearly, no sympathy or emotion on her face at all

Mikey slyly gazed outside, then looked at you; shivering, freezing, soaked from rain. Todays gang fight lasted too long and it was pouring outside

Mikey sighed running a hand in his hair. “fine. Give us the damn room.” he snatched the key from the receptionist and then your hand dragging you to the elevator.