[ Jason shook his head amused at Tim's wording as he unlocked the car and pulled something out, tossing a small tin Tim's way. Breath mints. The door was locked and shut back as he looked up to see a car approching hoping it was their cab. ]

Fuck that, like I want to go anywhere where any of the other's can walk in and ask me whats wrong with you. Besides, hotels have nice beds and all doors open for Mr. Wayne-Drake.