"I tried the senior discount thing once, they told me to fuck off." Oh, if he had a way to save a dollar, he'd use it. Frugal, but not stingy with it. He sat down on a step and set down the bag. he rubbed his face. Nope, this whole drunk shit didn't actually do John much favor.

"Better your room than mine; mine's on the seventh." He rubbed his jaw, scratching through the stubble and against the scars as he eyed up the stairs like they were a particularly hard cliff to climb. Sure, he could climb almost sheer cliff faces with no issue, but these stairs, in his state of inebriation...

"Yeah... Yeah I think we're stickin' here for a bit. I ain't trustin' that death box to get me anywhere."