He scoffs and shakes his head, "No." A beat and a frown. "But now I'm mad I didn't, I could at least look like I should if I had." Always just out of reach, somehow. Dammit.

"Let's just say I can get in and out without being caught," and without any further explanation, he abandons the untouched soda, sliding off the stool and heading for the hotel lobby. He'll either come with or he won't, and Five doesn't particularly care either way.