Moe had walked to the place he was staying for the night, an old run down hotel in the downtown area, fucking hell he was a god but he lived like a rodent. He didn't mind much though, but he could hear the people next door to him having very loud sex, and that was really putting him off. He would have buried his head in the pillow to block out the sound but the pillow was slightly yellow and he didn't trust it. 
Also putting him off, his phone had made a buzzing, he didn't have friends who would be contacting h-, of course, Ally. 
He wasn't about to ignore him, maybe he could be distracted by texting enough to the point where he couldn't heart loud grunting and moans from next door. 
[b]"hey old man!! Its ally the guy who ruined your sweatshirt with stolen coffee."[/b]

[i]You didn't really ruin it if I'm being honest, stained, yes. But, not ruined. Nothing some hard manual labor and elbow grease can't fix."[/i]
He sent the text before adding on.
[i]And, old man? I'm 20. Hardly an old man.[/i] 
He had to at least try and make it seem like he wasn't as fucking old as he really was.