Two girls, one 12 and the other 17, busted open the door, looking more than a little frazzled.
"Kaia, this looks busy, do you think they'll actually have a room for us?" The younger one asked the older one.
"Hopefully. If not, we'll just sleep on the floor." Kaia paused for a moment, "Actually no, sleeping on the floor in a place full of drunk guys is a very bad idea." She shuddered at the thought.
"Storage closet then?"
"That'd work Adebola."
They walked up to the bartender and asked for a drink, Kaia asked for plain water and Adebola asked for apple juice.