Seek Ms Crapton

K-T shyly approached the door and cracked it open. From what he remembered the teachers room was on the second floor on the other side of the parking lot. He'd have to get down one level, sneak between the cars, across the empty courtyard, get to the stair and up towards the room 209 easier said than done, especially with only a flimsy towel as clothing.

"Hey, where do you think you are going like this?" asked Kurt.

"I need to see Ms Crapton to get some of my clothes back. I'll assume neither of you would lend me something to wear, but I have to try it."

"That's not what I mean fuck head. The towel stays in the room, the rules are on the door." retorted the jock completely ignoring his mention of them possibly helping him.

K-T checked and the motel had indeed plastered the inside of room's door with flyers indicating that taking any element of the room out of it could only be done by hotel staff and that they would call the cops on anyone trying to leave with towels or linen from the rooms. Before he could even finish reading, Lewis snatched the towel, pushed him outside and locked the door.

"Go get some help then!" he laughed.