Tinder glances back at her room door and then at the two, "5$ and I'll give you the key to the room he's in."

Sadowi faltered, the windmills of his mind spinning uselessly. He definitely didn't want to leave behind his bike, but how in this, a higher, or a lowet universe would he be able to carry it in some practical fashion? He took a closer look around the room. Maybe that girl's clothes...? He looked down; maybe his belt...? His lock and chain were slung over his shoulder...? And he could almost hear the stomping of those two angries armed with figurative pitchforks rattling the door loose from its hinges.
"Come on, come on, you wanna think you gotta think fast," he mumbled to himself before bellowing. "QUICK-LEE! Aaarrghhhh!"
Throwing back the curtains and slamming open the big window, he cradled his road bicycle in his arms, doubly thankful for its light frame. "This is going to suck. This is going to suck. So. Much."
Without a second thought he leapt out, sideways or bike's lengthwise first and aiming for the far wall. A slow spin in midair brought him face to face with the brick opposite, and he raised his feet. A sharp kick upwards, and he caromed the other way, falling back towards the side of the hotel room he came from and closer to the alley ground. Another strike from his legs threw him back at the other building, and he slowed his descent. Now at a comfortable height, he stopped and allowed himself to drop down, taking a moment to catch his breath after his jumping plus weight lifting before climbing back onto his ride. Sadowi slowly pedalled off in the direction of his (hopefully not theirs) school, slightly at ease.

"Ha! Gotcha now you slippery bastard!" Nivalia shouts as she charges towards the room. Foxtrot follows close behind, less intense in his pursuit. As soon as it's unlocked, the door slams open. "Aha-uh..." She clenches her fist. He got away. "Ugh, I hate my life. Let's just... go. We got class to attend." She looks over to Tinder, "Hey, thanks for helping us out. I don't think I got your name."

Nivalia shakes her head at the $20. "You can keep it Tinder, it's nice to meet you. I'm Nivalia, and this is my brother Foxtrot." He simply nods and waves. "Well, I may as well call off the chase. Who knows where he'll be at this point. C'mon Fox, lets go home."

"Home? Niv, we got to go to school."

"Ugh but I don't want to anymore!" Nivalia complains, eyeing up her brother's glare. "Look, I'll drop you off if you'd like, but I'm not feeling it today. In fact, Tinder I can drop you off at school too if you'd like."

"Oh well that works out even better." Nivalia adds. "I'll drop you off at school, and Tinder and I will hang out. You know, get some girl time in."

Foxtrot's eyes roll, "Ugh, fine. Let's just go before I miss second period."

"Sure thing. Tinder, uh... did you... want to hang out? I should've asked beforehand."

"Sure thing!" Nivalia cheers as the two just sit on the bed. "This looks nice. I could see myself living in a motel."

"Really Niv?" Foxtrot blatantly asks. "Can you really see that? Or are you just talking out the side of your neck?"

Niv pauses, "Well, they have a pool. And continental breakfasts."

"And people banging in each room next to you. You know how horror stories start? 'We're you ever woken up by a bump in the night?' Yea. The elderly couple putting that **** to use next door. A- ow!" Foxtrot flinched as Nivalia jabs his shoulder.

"Awesome, lets head out." Nivalia says as she exits the room. Within minutes the the find themselves down the road heading to Canterlot High. "So after I drop off my brother, is figure we could browser around the mall, have a nice lunch and just go from there. Are there any cool places you recommend Tinder?"

"Alright, well I got a place I wanna check outhe. It's not to far, so we'll be there soon after we drop off my brother. Speaking of which..." The wheels slow down as Canterlot High appears. The jeep pulls up against the curb, coming to a stop as the passenger side door opens.

"Ok you two, try to stay out of trouble." Foxtrot says as he slings over his backpack. "I'll let you know of any homework or projects you'll be missing out on Niv."

"Thanks Fox. Good luck in there."

With a casual salute, he departs to the front doors, eager to start the day. Nivalia then resumes driving and heads to the highway.