Room 212: Evening

[oatmanspatient]

Marty is in the process of packing for the trip to Vegas. Packing meaning that he's putting three identical suits into a garment bag, along with shirts and a few ties.

It really shouldn't take that long but apparently the exact shade of black in his socks is hard to match.

[0pen]

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[chasingangela]

Angela swung by Marty's room because she missed him and she was a sap. "Packing already?" she pouted.

[oatmanspatient]

"Well we do leave tomorrow," Marty replied tossing some almost black socks on the bed. "I'd pack you in my bag but you are not that wee and tiny."

[chasingangela]

"Maybe you could bring an extra carryon just for me," Angela suggested. "I'd be totally, totally quiet."

[oatmanspatient]

"Well... Maybe I could purchase a lap ticket," Marty suggested snaking his arms around her waist. "We'd just have to say you were really big for your age."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia stopped by Marty's room before Angela arrived. "My roommate's weird."

[oatmanspatient]

"Duh," Marty replied. "What's his problem now?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Weetiny bunnies. He's afraid of them."

[oatmanspatient]

"Sounds like a real winner there," Marty said rolling his eyes. "Is he always that weird?"