"Yeah, Jim asked if I wanted one- said it didn't matter, but it was easier to be in a single." He said, before looking at Carlos in horror. "I...no, no I don't want to know if he farts to hard the beds shake."

Gael grabbed his passport and room key, waving a little at the desk clerk as they started to move away. "Besides, I'm pretty sure I'm still somehow the youngest one here. And as much as I love hang out with you old farts, I do need my space." He teased, really. He loved hanging out with the others, especial Thompson who played in Germany. The man had good advice, was a solid midfielder, and just seemed to help all people out in that all around good guy sort of way.

He stopped at the elevator and hit the button, before looking at his key card to see which room he was even in. "Third floor, you?"