Flinching a bit at the gentle touch, Surge frowned a little. Glancing over his shoulder, he snorted and headed back to the lobby. This whole ordeal almost seemed to be more trouble than the prank was worth. ALMOST.
Trudging back to the lobby, Goose still in arms, he figured what his best course of action would be. He could either ask the lobby for a spare key, which would include an awkward conversation and lots of staring, or he could try and find Goose's roommate, that Flint guy. With a moment's thought, he decided to go to the lobby counter.
"Hey, my buddy lost his room key and needs a spare," he stood upright (well as upright as he could while carrying the limp body) and glared intimidatingly. That did the trick, as the person at the counter quickly handed over a new one. "Thanks." He headed back to the room, unlocked the door, and walked inside. "Hey, does it matter which bed I drop you on?" he asked, in hopes that Goose would wake up again.
Re: DRINKING AT THE BAR: Faculty only
Trudging back to the lobby, Goose still in arms, he figured what his best course of action would be. He could either ask the lobby for a spare key, which would include an awkward conversation and lots of staring, or he could try and find Goose's roommate, that Flint guy. With a moment's thought, he decided to go to the lobby counter.
"Hey, my buddy lost his room key and needs a spare," he stood upright (well as upright as he could while carrying the limp body) and glared intimidatingly. That did the trick, as the person at the counter quickly handed over a new one. "Thanks." He headed back to the room, unlocked the door, and walked inside. "Hey, does it matter which bed I drop you on?" he asked, in hopes that Goose would wake up again.