Okay, cutting to the point.
Mike and Whitney both got kicked out of the restaurant, with Dale locking the doors behind them.
Dale then just went straight home without a single word for the two peasants.
Mike then tried his best to contain his anger, which at least, only ended up with him mumbling incoherent words and inappropriate stuff.
Whitney covered her ear, flattening them on her head.
Mike calmed down after a few moments, hyperventilating in the process.
They looked around to make sure no one was still wandering around the street, as it was still dawn at the time.
Mike went straight to the sidewalk, starting his journey back to his apartment.
Whitney just followed him in silence as they walked.
Long story short, they arrived at Mike's place. They're lucky, despite a few people were walking earlier, they didn't seemed to have notice Whitney's unusual figure.
They went inside of Mike's place. Whitney's mouth was agape at the sight.
"Okay, I don't want to ask any question, but how can your landlord be rich enough to but a big screen telly and some fancy couches and a queen-sized bed? You're living alone after all."
Mike stared at her, before cracking a small smile.
"No. Not alone, anymore. You're shar-no, we're sharing a room now. As roommate, do you agree to behave in my place?"
Whitney nodded.
Mike grinned, showing his sparkling teeth.
"Then, we're got business to do."
Sorry, this was supposed to come out yesterday, but due to my sickness, wait is the only option.
...Have you ever heard of...no, forget that. I don't want to talk about it anyway.