"Oh, no, no no, Greg, dear!" Jack's eyes widened at the stash in the glove department, "Good lord, it's like a bad British mobster film. Oh, damn, am I Jack 'two shakes' Dent, and Lord knows how I got the nickname 'Two shakes' but there it is?" He took the joints, put them back in the glove and closed it, "There. Much better. Or rather, much more legal. Not in the care dear, for Christ sakes," He shook his head, "I remember days where people smoked in vans, but not chargers. And not while driving. At least, those I did it with didn't. Anyway, point is, I can get in drag without influence. And that is what we are here for, correct?" He had his mind on one thing, and that was seeing Greg in Drag. Who wouldn't want to see it, really? It would be like seeing Jules in drag without the effort of getting Jules in drag.