It didn't take long to get to the suite and Steve gestured Peter inside, following the man before continuing on to his own door. He slipped inside but came out almost immediately, a bottle, a case and a clean shirt in his hands. He set everything on the table in front of the couch and went to the kitchen, snagging two glasses. He pointed wordlessly to the couch and bent, filling both glasses from the bottle before pulling off his shirt again.

Steve went back to the sink and started filling it, both to get water to help wash away the blood, and to soak his shirt. So sense not trying to get the stains out after all. As the water ran, he finally spoke.

"Drink as much as you want. It's scotch. Are you hungry? I can heat something up."