Jimmy considered it for a minute. In an hour, there'd most likely be only a very small crowd down at the beach, if anyone at all. He kept walking silently as he thought about how big of a risk that might be. "Good thinking. Meet me at my room then. It should be at the opposite end of the hall as your own room. We can leave from there."
In no time, the two were checked into the hotel and in their respective rooms. He really didn't need an hour to get ready but he'd have Camden attached to him for almost all of the weekend to come so it was probably best for the both of them to have some time apart, aside from when they were sleeping. Jimmy sat on the edge of the bed and texted his spouse to say that he had safely landed and was going to be off the map for the next few days but if anything went wrong, they'd be the first to know either via a text or the media. He shut his phone and tossed it on top of his bag.
When he looked up, his eyes landed on the bottle of liquor on the table. Jimmy debated whether he should crack it open, running through a list of pros and cons. It was tempting but he knew he shouldn't have any. And with that, there was a knock on the door that Jimmy nearly ran to get.