His eyebrows shot up. "Cookie?" he repeated, puzzled. What kind of a name is that? Cookie might have wondered about his given name, but Mikey was boggling over the nickname. It's...kind of cutesy? Maybe he was given it by his mom or an ex-girlfriend, and it stuck. Yeah. He'll go with that!
Needing to keep his hands occupied, the sophomore idly strummed chord progressions on the guitar. He heard Cookie's words, but Mikey fixated on that cigarette between his fingers. And, like verbal diarrhea, he couldn't help but blurt out, "You can't smoke in here." It wasn't lit, but Mikey's reaction was a nervous tick. If there was smoke in the auditorium...and he was the only one here... Oh, Dakota would pitch a fit. And what would Ms. Coase have to say? Surely, she'd fret over him ruining his vocal chords, and...
Stop. Breathe.
"Well, there's a practice in here at four," Mikey pointed out. Did he really not know? The schedule is still posted on the door...right? He shifted. "I guess no one is for now," he concedes.
[OOC: I understand! Midterm time suuuucks. I'm in no rush! :)]