Boss had made it to the bus while the riot was breaking out, even capable of escaping reporters. Though as much as he'd like to show off there was no time for it. He laid in his bunk for a while, and continued to divulge himself in the influence of drugs.<br/><br/>His lighter in hand the sound of the wicker being ignited could be heard if you were listening closely. He kept his curtain closed, but didn't care if anyone came in. There wasn't much room, but Boss wasn't big or hulky so he could fit another small body in there with him.<br/><br/>He puffed and puffed on some middle grade marijuanna, but it's what the city had to offer and he wasn't going to turn it down. Hot boxing his cubby the band would soon know where he was if they were looking for him.