"Even a bad hotel has those." Usually. It depended what level of bad they were talking about. Of course, it didn't really matter, since he'd gotten them the Loews.

The trick, really - and one that had involved sweet-talking DeWitt's host sister - was getting both of their clothes at the same house so that getting back to the Academy later (or in the morning) was easily manageable.

He slanted Ty an amused look as the doorman blinked once and then opened the doors for them. "Is it?" he drawled. "Well, maybe you can convince me that my feet don't hurt too much." Especially if Ty wore the wig, because frankly he'd be a fucking hot brunette.