[ Daniel hadn't been sure Lestat would wanna bring the party his way, but the moment he hears the door he's like a dog whose master's home, ears perked. Folding away the book he picked up at the store after the signing, some cheap pop paperback. ]

With you? It's always both, babe.

[ Authors don't land rooms at the Ritz outside of awards night, but Lestat is right that this place is trashy. Maybe that's on purpose too, Daniel likes a little grunge. ]

You got any coke? Or we can go pick off the gangbangers in the parking lot, pretty sure they're smoking crack.