The Arms Hotel- Saturday morning

[slapbetcommish]

Michelle woke up, not exactly sure where she was, but hey, she was she to knock it? Obviously she'd had a good time last night. So she got out of bed, and proceeded to make herself at home

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[baskiceball]

Marshall shuffled into the room in just his boxers and a confused look on his face.

"Baby, do you know what that--" His eyes widened. "Why do you have a flute? And when did you go back to red?"

[slapbetcommish]

"Oh hi there," Michelle said with a friendly wave. "I was just practicing? And then I'll be on my way? If that's okay."

[baskiceball]

"I didn't even know you could play the flute. And, wait, on your way to where?" he asked, tilting his head at her. She looked...younger.

[slapbetcommish]

"My own house, silly," she said. "Because you're cute and all? But I don't know your name? And shacking up would be kinda creepy? And my parents might wonder where I am?"