Jessica and Tyrone show up

The two mutual-acquaintancebirds rushed down the fire escape wearing nothing but their hands. They had to expose themselves once more as they took the final jump down to the ground in the back of the hotel.

Thankfully everything went well as they put their hands back where they belonged and scrambled to the front of the hotel to get into the lobby. As they rounded the corner to the facade, however, they saw a red Oldsmobile Alero pull into the parking lot.

"Oldsmobile?" Cassie interjected, "what's that?"

"It was a brand GM used to make," Steve explained while Mary gave a sigh of relief for the distraction, "it was the 90s, you see, and they made kinda-nice kinda-crappy cars, essentially fancy Chevies.

"More importantly," Steve continued as Mary groaned with the return of the story, "Tyrone used to drive one back in the day. We saw him pull in, and saw Jessica by his side through the windshield."

"Oh fuck!" Steve shouted.

"What?" Mary demanded quizzically.

"Tyrone just pulled in," pointed Steve with his free hand.

"Oh no, and he brought Jessica with him, too!" Mary could only blush.

"They said they would give us clothes, at least..." Steve demurred.

"Are you crazy?!" Mary insisted, "I don't want them to see us outside! They'll think we're streakers."

"We can tell them our story," Steve insisted.

"Yeah, like they'll believe that!" Mary responded sarcastically. "Let's just dart to the front desk and get a key before they arrive."

"Or we could get clothes from them, cut our losses, and hopefully kick their asses!" Steve insisted "Who knows, maybe we can give them a taste of their own medicine!"

"I don't know..." Mary demurred, "but we have to make up our minds, quick!"