"Ah! Somewhat! You don't remember everything and you can totally play fetch, and eating rabbits is disgusting, unless you're cooking them in a cacciatore sauce," he said with a grin. "And now we're getting kinky, I like it. Collar, some bindings, pretty interesting evening."
He raised his eyebrows. "No shit. I'm in seventeen. This bus really wants next to each other." He shivered at the idea of sleeping on a futon, or maybe it was just his body dealing with coke, alcohol and weed at that same time. "It's not even wide enough. King size is your best friend." Not sure where Peter would have put a king size bed in the trailer, but it was still your best friend.
He shrugged. "You put a code, you tell me the code, I have access. I put my birthday. Simple, I know, but I don't have anything here. What are they going to take?" The coke was the only thing he wanted and that was with him. "I figured no one will try to come in, except you, and I've told you my code. Either that or you'll keep knocking and I don't feel like getting up and realizing how fucking small the room is."