[not that he needed much of an invitation, but the minibar is definitely a welcome one.]

Don't rush for me. I'll just be here drinking booze on the city's dime.

[tequila? vodka? don't mind if he does. but at the very least, mick reserves the bourbon for claire. he grabs one of glasses, carefully inspecting for dust. satisfied that housekeeping has managed to keep things in proper order, he pours one and then another out for her.

and then down the hatch goes his tequila and then the vodka, bottles discarded in the bin with a satisfying clink. all of this leaves him very little time to get lay of the land, but claire's room is like most luxury hotels. big bed. table and chair. bathroom to the side. big tv. nothing new, though he does wonder if the mattress is as comfy as it looks.]

I haven't had time to crack the safe, but it's fine. Your minibar might need a refill though.