dig me out from under our house

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?

For me to get better or worse?

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

Ah.

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?

By choice?

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

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.

And don’t I know it.

How uh, long have you lived here for?

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

Guess so. Vegas isn't always so hospitable.

 Surprise me.

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.]

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

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

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

You sound really determined to get back into that room.

Buying me a drink wouldn’t hurt.

Yeah. What would you like?

You said that already.

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

How are you going to go about it?

Because I’m not allowed to do that anymore. 

You were probably too busy not talking to notice.

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. 

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

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

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

Right.

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