Doug and TJ
Doug was sure that this was hell. There wasn't another explanation. First the damn school and training, now Disney and these idiotic people. At least things were not as bad for him as they were for his mother and TJ. He was sure that Nell and Travis were never going to leave them alone. The problem was that every time he was with his brother, Travis was only three steps behind.
At the hotel it wasn't much better. Travis wasn't attached to TJ's hip, but he was always in sight. He looked at the man and then turned to TJ. "We need to find some way to get alcohol into this resort and feed it to your friend there." He leaned closer. "He's always watching you. Are you fucking him? Please, tell me you've learned, because that," he said, looking at Travis for a moment, "is a very bad idea."