Oh, the Stones. Richard was almost amused at his own immediate reaction of relaxation as the familiar guitar line came out of the speakers. Mick was here, and everything was going to be okay. He ignored the clanking screech of the car, hoping it could get them the few blocks to the apartment building and nodded. "If you say so. I'd like to run upstairs really quickly and shave, though. Not a big fan of beards." He rubbed his own face, still a bit unsure about the stubble that had sprouted so quickly. Maybe whatever was happening to him was a hormonal imbalance? At any rate, he was not going to go anywhere decent with this growing on his face. "Any ideas for where we should go?"