( it takes jason more than give minutes to get his bike into the elevator, so they're good on time. it barely fits, but he's got all of his shit up on the second to top floor of the dildo tower, and he's not lugging it all down then back up again when he wants to fiddle with his bike. easier to bring the bike up and down, which is why he's rolling it straight on out the front door and onto the sidewalk to get it back onto the street just in front of the building. throws a leg over it, before reaching back for the red bike helmet in the small side compartment.

at least he got to keep his new amsterdam bike. it would have been a shame to end up here without it. )

I've got a safehouse in Newark with miscellaneous junk I'd left in it earlier. Figure we could head out that way, then get drinks, then see where we go from there.