Side Rooms: Emerson and Piper
Emerson hopped up from his seat, completely leaving the bag of unfinished popcorn behind as she strode past his furious, outbid friend, clapping him cheerfully in the back as he went.
"Don't feel so bad. You'll find someone someday, big guy," he couldn't resist the passing barb as he strode forward to pay the large sum he'd put down on the woman. The process was all too easy, and the man running the booth was all too pleased to take such a large sum of money. They gave him the usual treatment, escorting him to a side room where he would come face to face with his new purchase.
And there she was. Even prettier in person. He, in contrast, was wearing a plain, white t-shirt along with the same worn jeans and long coat he always wore, hands shoved into his pockets with his usual bed hair and five o'clock shadow to complete the look he liked to call hobo-chic.
"Got a name?" he asked in way of direct introduction as he literally plopped down on one of the small couches in the room. "Or do I get to make one up? Fair warning: you don't want me to make one up."