Snow laughed, "these yankees won't know what him 'em." He pulled out a bottle of Irish Whiskey from his bag with a bow on it. "Going away gift from my folks," he said, admiring the 40 of golden liquid, before removing the cap and taking in a big whiff. "Awww yeah that's the stuff," he said in a state of perpetual ecstasy.
Darryl chimed in, "a couple of my buds are having a party one floor down, room 305 but they're tring to get the whole floor going by the end of the night. *edited*."
"*edited*" He looked back to Aurora. "I hope you have a good throwing arm, I have a feeling I'll need a good partner to take this guy out at *edited*," he smiled as he punched Darryl in the shoulder playfully.