dig me out from under our house

luke mercer, twenty-nine years old. that might be all there is to say.

[aj-walker]

The night’s still young though. [She grins and takes a sip of her drink, nodding after.] It’s great, thank you. Tell me, Mr. Mechanic Man, how’s your life been?

[luke-mercer]

For me to get better or worse?

Yeah, no problem. It, uh, hasn't been too bad, thanks. How about yours?

[theconnorfinch-deactivated20170]

I lost the key to my room and the line to the front desk is out the door.

[theconnorfinch-deactivated20170]

Mostly. My father owns a, uh…A business here.

And how are you liking it?

[luke-mercer]

Ah.

It's not bad. Do you like it?

[theconnorfinch-deactivated20170]

I lost the key to my room and the line to the front desk is out the door.

[theconnorfinch-deactivated20170]

All my life, for the most part. There was a short period I lived in New York, then Los Angeles, but I always ended up back here. What about you?

[luke-mercer]

By choice?

I've lived here for about five years.

[aj-walker]

Indeed. Maybe you aren’t that bad after all.

[luke-mercer]

Glad I might be improving. [He gives a hint of a laugh, before paying for their drinks and handing the sangria to her.] Hope you like it.

[theconnorfinch-deactivated20170]

I lost the key to my room and the line to the front desk is out the door.

[theconnorfinch-deactivated20170]

And don’t I know it.

[luke-mercer]

How uh, long have you lived here for?

[theconnorfinch-deactivated20170]

I lost the key to my room and the line to the front desk is out the door.

[theconnorfinch-deactivated20170]

Thanks for the offer. Most people would just roll their eyes and walk away.

[luke-mercer]

Guess so. Vegas isn't always so hospitable.

[aj-walker]

 Surprise me.

[luke-mercer]

You said you like fruity drinks, right? [He asks, although he remembers her drink from last time. Luke orders her a basic sangria, and decides again on a beer for himself.]

[theconnorfinch-deactivated20170]

I lost the key to my room and the line to the front desk is out the door.

[theconnorfinch-deactivated20170]

I’m exhausted. I just want to sleep in my own bed. 

[luke-mercer]

Wish I could help you out. If somehow I can, let me know.

[theconnorfinch-deactivated20170]

I lost the key to my room and the line to the front desk is out the door.

[theconnorfinch-deactivated20170]

Hm…I could break the door down or somehow climb in through the balcony…

[luke-mercer]

You sound really determined to get back into that room.

[aj-walker]

Buying me a drink wouldn’t hurt.

[luke-mercer]

Yeah. What would you like?

[aj-walker]

You said that already.

[luke-mercer]

Well, um... how can, how can I make it up to you?

[theconnorfinch-deactivated20170]

I lost the key to my room and the line to the front desk is out the door.

[theconnorfinch-deactivated20170]

I guess I could always try breaking into my room. How hard can it be?

[luke-mercer]

How are you going to go about it?

[theconnorfinch-deactivated20170]

I lost the key to my room and the line to the front desk is out the door.

[theconnorfinch-deactivated20170]

Because I’m not allowed to do that anymore. 

[luke-mercer]

Right.

[aj-walker]

You were probably too busy not talking to notice.

[luke-mercer]

Sorry.

[theconnorfinch-deactivated20170]

I lost the key to my room and the line to the front desk is out the door.

[theconnorfinch-deactivated20170]

It’s not your fault. There’s nothing to be sorry about. I think I’m actually more curious about where all the staff disappeared to. 

[luke-mercer]

If all the staff's gone, why don't you go steal a master key?

[theconnorfinch-deactivated20170]

I lost the key to my room and the line to the front desk is out the door.

[theconnorfinch-deactivated20170]

I could, but apparently they’re all down here, too. Someone better have died. Not really. It’d just be a damn good excuse.

[luke-mercer]

Ahh, gotcha. Sorry you're locked out of your room.

[aj-walker]

Right.

Wait a second— you’re that semi-attractive cute guy I gave my number to a few weeks ago with the expectation of receiving a call, a call that never came. Yeah, I’m 100% sure I’m not interested.

[luke-mercer]

I, uh, I don't think you actually gave me your number. Or if you did, maybe I didn't see it. Sorry.