"It's cool. It's Scotty," he told Ettie, before turning to look at the braids chick, arching an eyebrow and trying not to roll his eyes in irritation. "Scotty. Not Tyra. That doesn't even make sense."
He started back up the stairs, waving the girl who had said that she'd like to help over. "Yeah? C'mon, let's raid this fucking place. My room had like sixteen towels in it, we can bring 'em all down." He took a few more steps, then looked at the first chick. He really needed to learn everyone's names... "As long as you don't drive off if you find a car, that sounds good to me. Let's all meet back here in ten minutes? Sound good?"