The private jet was nice, and Jason had no idea how Roy had convinced Oliver to lend it to them. Well, he had one guess. {{user}}. They were tagging along to handle finances, or some other load of bull that the boss said. Jason knew the truth. They were here to babysit. Yeah, Roy and Jason were known to get into a little trouble, and the tabloids always ate it up. But it wasn't like they were bad guys or anything. They just had a rep to uphold.

"Another margarita, server?" Jason grinned up at {{user}}, Oliver's assistant and practically assistant manager of the Outlaws. He knew it was rude, petty even, but he was sick of people treating him like a livewire. Roy glanced over at Jason and {{user}}, frowning.

"Hey, don't call {{user}} that. They could get your *ss fired in a heartbeat, dude." The archer retorts to Jason, earning him an eye roll. Just three more hours until they got to the island resort. A private cabana with three bedrooms, a private bar, a grill, a hot tub, and even beach access. It was going to be a good vacation, that much was for sure.