Jessica
Quinton dug into his pocket, rummaging around in the random trash and stuff that he had just shoved in it throughout the plane trip. Eventually, he found the card that was mailed in to him through the mail. He looked it over once more before rolling his eyes and shoving it back into the dark abis known as his front pocket. It was useless to him now.

His eyes shifted towards the girl that approached his room. Quickly, he caught up to her, stopping behind her once she stopped in front of the door. ''It's about damn time..'' The tired boy-o muttered under his breath. The Tyrant was especially grumpy when he was tired. Almost like a little kid.
Robert
On the way to his she also dropped off her bags to her room as well as grabbing some important things such as her wallet and phone. She entered discreetly, made sure not to wake Goomy up or her roommate either. Once they went up another set of stairs Rita finally found his room, not like it was hard anyway. Rita turned raising her brows. "We're you too afraid to approach the trashcans as well?" Rita joked, as she waited from him to catch up. 

She opened his room door which too her surprise was a lot bigger than hers. In fact it was his own is what it looked like, "Ay! You have your own room? I suppose I might be the few individuals having to share mine. Maybe they favor Champions hm?"
Jessica
Quinton ignored her comments towards the trash in his pockets. Yeah, he should've kept them clean, but the thought never seemed to pass his mind. Once the door opened, he walked past her, dragging his luggage along behind him. He laid it down on the nightstand that rested next to the king sized bed that was neatly made for his arrival. 

He gripped onto his heavy trench coat, ''Good thing I do,'' He said with a chuckle. ''I don't think I would make a very good roommate.'' He pulled the trench coat over his head, tossing it onto the bed. The boy wore a black t-shirt with a purple imprint of a gen 2 game gengar on it. He sighed, rotating his shoulders back before looking back towards the girl. A half smile rested on his lips. ''So tell me about the bar you were talking about.''
Robert
"I wouldn't say that, but you did miss the poor receptionist! You seem to be those roommates that don't talk all that much," Rita placed her finger to her chin and chuckled. "Which isn't necessarily good or bad thing.' The door was wide open and she leaned herself aganist the edge of the doorframe. Rita wondered if he was going to take a nap since he has been implying just how tired he is. Adjusting her hairpin, she noticed a small smile from him which surprised her really. He was quite cranky along the way not talking really all that much. 

"Ahhh the bar. I've only looked at it through an ad. It's the only one open at this time unless you'd prefer somewhere else to eat," Rita looked to the side thinking about it for a bit. "I mean the only bar I've been to was a karaoke bar and that's it! " Rita blushed thinking about that time, it was crazy but boy did she have the time of her life!
Jessica
Quinton slowly nodded as he listened to her limited description of the bar they was about to head to. His hand ran through his hair that got messed up when he pulled his trench coat over his head. Scoffing, he shook his head at the fact she didn't seem like the type of person to hold her liquor. 

''Well then, I guess there is only one way to find out.'' Quinton crouched down next to his luggage, opening it up for him to rummage through. He dug around in his poorly packed suitcase in search of the essentials that was needed to head into town. 
He slowly started to frustrated before finally, he found the corner with his keys, and wallet in it. Quickly, he shoved them into the back pocket of his jeans. Before he stood up, he paused, staring back down into the mess of clothes in his suitcase. Hesitating at first, he grabbed an outdated Pokedex from it, holding it out in front of him. It was really old and the paint looked tattered and worn. The thing must've been around for a while.. Quinton's eyes narrowed themselves over the device, a look of sadness washing over them.
Robert
"How so?" Rita tilted her head curiously at him, she noticed his suitcase that seemed in disarray, and it seemed to be an ongoing pattern. It was usually in her nature to be a bit of a tease, but now she thought about it she felt a little bit bad about it. It must be something he's going through of course it wasn't something she'd be too nosy about but one thing in particular did catch her attention. That Pokédex of his. 

"Oh does that still work?" Rita blinked curiously looking over at it, she approached him just to get a better look of it. It was delicate similar to the expression he was making right at it. She tried to shift the topic still focusing on the dex, but not demanding for personal details especially knowing he may not be so comfortable with it. Rita clapped her hands together and grinned. "My professor had something like that except it was in a bit better condition. When I was working as a field assistant, we had a lot of debate going one with the entries," Rita chuckled. "Ano, are you ready? We can head over that bar if you'd like."
Jessica
Quinton blinked at what she called him, snapping out of that spaced out transe once more. Nodding his head, he pocketed the Pokedex. ''Yeah, it still works.'' He said in a dulled voice as he stood up to face her once more. It was obvious he had a unique past with the device. Quickly though, he shook off the memories, the half grin returning to his flips once more. ''Wait— what did you call me?'' He tilted his head at her in confusion, approaching her showing that he was ready to go to the bar. He stopped in front of her. Now being in the light, she could see how much taller he was than her. He wasn't a giant by no means, but she was definitely dwarfed by him for sure.
Robert
"What did I call you, well you're name is Quinton if anything or was it Quincy?" Rita paused. For a moment she was confused as to what he meant especially with that grin of curiosity from his face. With the place more well lit, she could tell from above he was taller, but she didn't mind too much knowing almost more than half of her friends are taller than her way.Then thinking about it she tends to mix up her own language with her everyday speech, a bad habit of hers when she goes abroad. "Ano!" Rita clapped her hands together for clarification. " 'Ano' just means 'um' or some sort of noise to replicated the noise 'umm'. So you know how we would have onomatopoeias to replicate the noises of pokemon but they vary with region? Like to copy a Milktank we would say moo moo, but in my region we'd say Maa maa!"
Jessica
''You.. Like to talk a lot don't you?'' Quincy folded his arms, staring down at her as she continued to ramble on and on. ''And to answer your question.. Yeah— It was Quincy.'' He visibly cringed at the mentioning at the name. At the same time, a thin line of crimson lined his cheeks at the fact someone had given him a nickname besides the cursed title of 'Tyrant'. He wouldn't dare admit it.. But he kind of enjoyed the nickname she gave him...
Robert
Once again when he pointed how she went on a bit of a ramble, and she smacked her cheek, to stop herself. "Ah my bad my bad. Quincy it is then! It sounds nicer than you know Quinton or even the Tyrant. Joking joking," She giggled noticing his expression was a tad different, it seemed a bit more? Friendly in a sense, in comparison to the usual what would looking like a resting mean face. "Well are you planning on doing some spring cleaning or did you head to that place?" Rita asked curiously.