The hotel Jack directed Dirt Nap to was ritzy to say the least. Nice cars, valet parking and a ground-level bar packed full of businessmen and women winding down after the long hot day. As promised, a woman was waiting near the less frequented east entrance, keycard in hand waiting for the arrival of the Lord's guest. She was certainly dressed down for the evening, covered adequately but otherwise wearing an evening robe. After greeting the savage, she led him through the door into a nearby elevator, again swiping the keycard across the sensor to activate the higher floors where their destination ultimately was.
As the doors parted, there was only a short hallway with a single door facing the elevator. The woman used the keycard for one last time, and motioned for Dirt Nap to enter the suite. It wasn't penthouse quality by any stretch of the imagination, but it was private with a small living area, a separate bedroom and an open balcony where the Lord could be found lounging with a cigar and a decanter filled with some kind of spirit. The view consisted of open fields facing Westward, only ending at the borders of the international airport. The view was unobstructed from a seated position thanks to the glass panel gating used, but such a view was not for those who feared heights. It was mostly dark, save the lights trailing like ants at the distant highway and the occasional overhead airplane coming in to land.
Hearing the entrance of his guest, Jack waves him over to the balcony, "Welcome Mister Nap. Would you like a smoke or something to drink?" He twists his lips into a grin, "If you have a different thirst, the hostess can certainly provide."