Well, now that the princess was prepared, it was time to take the adventure of a lifetime. If it didn't end in a burned down strip club and squirrels roasting on an open fire, they were doing something wrong. Pulling the bottle from Honey, Lukas secured it in the zipped up cave of his black cotton hoodie and took out to the hall of Pax. The door of his apartment was shut, but not secured. A burglar with any sense would turn tail and run if they strolled into his fucked up hovel, especially with that barely domesticated beast snoring in his bed.
Of course, that notepad was not left behind, it was one crucial element to this journey. After a few steps toward the elevator, he broke it out to jot a question. Just making casual conversation, to ease any of Honey's awkwardness. And rather than ask how long she'd been married to Vince, which was his initial inquiry, Lukas thought better of it. Maybe he should steer clear of any Vince mentioning until they found him.