Jareth had taken a few moments to put all of his stuff in the back bedroom, it didn't have the best view, but he didn't care. If he wanted a view of the great outdoors, he'd much rather actually be out there. His bedroom was for... well, it was other purposes. By the time that he made his way back into the central living area, Grant had arrived. 

"Great the gang's all here, it's time to party!" his smile was devious and playful, oh boy did he have plans for this trip, plans indeed. [i]"Guys, is this place the shit or what?"[/i] Grant asked before flopping on the lusciously fluffy couch. "That's what I said!" Jar said as he gave Grant a friendly slap on the back of the shoulder. "Good to see you, man."

Hunter had gotten himself pretty lathered up with excitement as he vomited words about all of the fun things they were gonna do. His exuberance was contagious and made Jareth chuckle lightheartedly. The moment Hunter mentioned drinking and driving, Jareth's smile lost some of it's light. No, he wouldn't lose another friend that way... Of course, the boys didn't know about the loss of his high school buddies, Jar hadn't told them, it was one of the many pains of his past that he kept bottled up inside. At that thought, Jareth turned his gaze to a fancily weaved basket full of fruit. He dumped the fruit out on the counter and held the basket out towards Hunter. 

"I plan on spending this little vacation so twisted that I can barely function, that being said... keys in the basket. No driving until it's time to leave, okay?" Hunter stared at him for a moment but put his keys in once Jareth gave the basket a little shake. Grant also reluctantly gave up his keys. After putting his own keys in the basket, Jareth rearranged the fruit back in the basket, covering them up. It didn't look nearly as pretty as it did before, but who cares? "There we go, we'll probably be too drunk to even remember where we put them until it's time to leave anyways." his charming smile returned.

It must have been the mention of inebriation, or the remnants of his excited mood, probably both, because Hunter flitted over to the mini-fridge and pulled out the first thing he saw - champagne. He mentioned something about cost before decided whether or not to open it, but Jareth made sure to let them know that an open bar was already included in the price of their stay, it was one of the reasons he agreed to the place. At that, Hunter nursed the bottle until he stumbled back slightly and had to shake his head to clear his vision. "Woah there, my man, we wouldn't want you passing out before we get a chance to prowl the beach!" Jareth said as he grabbed the bottle and poured some into a flute for himself before taking took a few swigs. Classy as a rockstar can get. 

"What say you, Mr. Lawyer Man? Care to loosen up with us ruffians and try some..." he looked down the read the yellow label on the bottle "[i]...Veuve Clicquot[/i] before we hit the beach?" he said the name in a faux-French accent and was already wearing his black board shorts and a weathered Nine Inch Nails tank in preparation for some fun in the sun.