Peter's eyerake was no less thorough, but maybe slightly less mesmerized. "Damn, knew there was something else I missed about good weather." Then he tuned in to what Stanley had said. "Couple days, huh? Whelp. Should be able to scare up enough cash for a shitty motel. Wonder if they card around here." He shrugged. "Besides getting piss drunk and stocking up on smokes and the shit we're actually here to do, any plans?"