Benny. Benny Garcia.

[See, this is where the fake ID comes in handy. He digs his wallet out and slips the fake out of its pocket for her, like she might need it for something. Who knows.

If she wants them out of the room first thing in the morning, well, he can conveniently forget. They'll eventually send a note up or call or whatever but until then they have time to figure out an alternative. Should be no sweat to take the key to a locksmith and have a copy made.

So as she takes his ID and studies it, he slides his hand over the key because obviously that's his now.]

Thanks again, you've really been a big help. I'll come on down tomorrow, all right? Really appreciate it.

[Well, the key is in his hand now, and the concierge briefly looks at his grungy fingernails, then gives a firm nod and a practiced smile.]

Of course. We're happy to help out and I hope you two can get a good night's sleep. Please call down to the desk here if you need anything!

[Johnnie nods and retrieves his fake ID, then shoulders one of the bags as well as his guitar to take it all up to the room.]