"Plenty of 'em have been assholes to my face," he grumbles, but then again he hasn't spent half the night in the club car, either.

He's noticed Party leaning in to his space, and he lets it slide for now. Possibly because he's thinking hard enough to distract himself. "That's the dumbest shit I ever heard. They don't like us and we don't get a say in anything anyway, so why do they get to tell us what to do?" Uh oh.