No... no room service. [He groans.] We're goin' to a diner, 'n we'll sit down 'n eat. The alcohol isn' necessary just yet.
[He finishes his cigarette and slides out of the car much more gracefully, stretching his arms above his head and hearing a satisfying array of cracks. He stuffs the cigarettes into the pocket of his jacket and heads back into the hotel corridors, waiting for Owen to catch up.]
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[He finishes his cigarette and slides out of the car much more gracefully, stretching his arms above his head and hearing a satisfying array of cracks. He stuffs the cigarettes into the pocket of his jacket and heads back into the hotel corridors, waiting for Owen to catch up.]