He watched Mel and Steph get their money, then looked at his bottle of coke, before taking a swig as his father spoke. "I've got my own money, but thanks" he said, nodding to his father. Jay always had his own money, and if he didn't, he went without. Ever since he was young he'd followed that rule, and now that he was successful, it rarely applied. He glimpsed to David, then stretched upwards. "Right, I've gotta get some things too" he told Mel and his father, before looking towards the guest house.<br/><br/>Jay's eyes then wandered to Steph as she walked off, and he mentally reminded himself to give her a bit of extra money, aswell as his other siblings. He knew that money wouldn't last anyone here, but asking dad for money was both rude and inconsiderate. He turned, and headed towards the guest house, expecting to simply get his things, his keys, then leave... Ahhh, his car. How he loved her.