Thief in the Night

Marco and Lance are both roommates and good friends. They’re the kind of friends that can have a big fight and make-up within a few days. It was because of this durable friendship that they decided to share a hotel room with two double beds on a trip to Vancouver.

During the day they hit up some tourist attractions and a night they, of course, go out to the bars.

Nearing last call, Lance meets a guy and drunk-ass Marco is annoying and has become the third wheel. Lance keeps trying to avoid him in the bar, but no matter where he slithers away with the trick, Marco manages to find them. When Marco heads to the dance floor to dance to his favourite song, Lance takes the opportunity to ditch him and heads back to the hotel with the trick.

By the time they got out of the cab, Marco had text Lance a million times asking where he went.
“For God’s sake, figure it out,” Lance yells out loud and turns off his phone.

A few minutes after they finish and settle into bed, Lance hears a light tapping at the front door. It goes on for a couple of minutes.
“What is that noise?” the trick asks.
“That’s the sound of a drunk trying to get the key card into the slot,” Lance says laughing. “Should we open it?”
“No, no, just keep quiet and pretend you’re asleep.”

When Marco finally stumbles in, Lance can hear him shuffling around. He's packing his bags. Lance figures he's getting another room. Lance feels badly and almost says something but he figures that if he did, it would start a drunken fight. He figures he’ll deal with all this later and eventually falls asleep.

In the morning they wake up and get ready to check out, and Lance has to rush to catch his flight.
“Where’s my underwear?” the trick asks?
“I don’t know.”
“I can’t find my shirt either.”
They both start searching the room. Lance looks in the washroom, and the trick looks under the bed.
“I found your socks. Well, one of them,” Lance says holding it up.
“What the hell?”
And then it hits Lance. Marco must have accidentally packed the trick’s clothes last night in the dark during his packing frenzy to leave.
Lance figures he can just wake Marco up and get the clothes from the new room. He calls the desk and asks what room his friend is in and gives the name. The desk says they don't have a guest by that name.
Shit.
“Did anyone switch rooms or check in at like 3 a.m. last night?”
“No, Sir.”
Shit.
Lance calls Marco. No answer. He sees a text from Marco that was sent after he left the room that reads: “I've gone home. Ur an asshole.”
Shit!
Lance turns to the trick who looks very worried.
“You don’t happen to live really close by, do you?” Lance desperately asks.

“So what did you do?” I ask Lance as he’s telling me this story.

“I had to give the guy some of my own clothes. I had no choice!” Lance says.

“Did you give him some old clothes you don’t really wear anymore?”

“No, I was on a trip so I only packed my best, most expensive clothes.”

I laugh out loud.

“It’s not funny,” Lance cries, “that trick got one of my favourite pairs of jeans.

I could kill Marco.”

“Oh, just be thankful the guy’s shoes were still by the door,” I joke.