Greg chuckled a little at the vehemence of Jack's response. "Oh, please, I have a script. Besides, the wonderful thing about Santa Barbra? I apparently know the police." He shrugged as he watched Jack shove the joints back, eyes diverting back to the road.
"Fine, jeez. Way to cut to the chase. You're lucky this isn't a 'buy me a drink first' conversation. So- I take it we're West Hollywood bound?" He couldn't really think of anywhere else it would be particularly acceptable for two men to walk around in drag.