Nicholas Grey continued watching the footage about him, where he was answering questions from the media after the race. He always enjoyed the parts where he could watch himself talk, whether it be interviews or movie scenes. One reason was that he was able hear his voice which was always nice; and the other prominent reason he loved it was that he could talk alongside himself as he knew all the answers. 

And as it was on, Nicholas knew he was going to have fun with this. And so, as was tradition, he began talking with his TV-self in unison, "Well, winning this race was only natural for me! Racing is in my blood!" Nicholas shook his head and chuckled, "Aaah, do I ever fear losing a reason? Do I, [b]NICHOLAS GREY[/b], fear losing a race?! I don't fear it at all. My vehicle is top notch, my Pit-crew are top-notch, and more importantly [b]I AM TOP-NOTCH![/b]" 

He watched as the camera did a close-up on his smile and thumbs up. Nicholas took out a fork and slammed it deep into a chunk of lobster. Quickly he reached over to the small container of butter and jammed the fork in. With a frantic motion, Nicholas swirled the chunk around and in the process knocked down the container, causing much butter to spill and stain the napkins on the tray. However that wasn't important, as it could be cleaned up later. What was important was the fact that he had over-saturated the lobster in butter as he liked it. 

Quickly, Nicholas Grey brought the chunk up to his lips and proceeded to eat it, while butter slid down his face. All the while he stood up and glanced at the television which switched from his race coverage. "BOO! And we were just getting to the good part! I was just about to..." Nicholas boldly stood up as he did a Pelvic Thrust, "TURBO THRUST." Nicholas sat back down as he finished up the veal, as he flicked through more channels. "No, no, no... Wait." He flicked the TV, and after around ten channel switches, he decided to stop. However he made a mental note to see if the hotel offered any of the movies he played some part in. 

But that could wait, what mattered now was that he got to the address. Presumably it was the address of a corporate building which was renting out rooms. But that didn't matter, what mattered was that Nicholas Grey was going to arrive in style. As such he swiped the phone from the landline and dialed up the valet parking, by pressing the single button devoted to them.

With a grin on his face, Nicholas thought of his sweet car and how rad it was going to be driving it over. "Yoooo, it's Nicholas Grey, [i]the[/i] Nicholas Grey, I need my car brought out pronto." He paused as he listened to the valet. Eyebrows furrowed, [b]"What do you mean it isn't there!?"[/b] He howled out, "Did yo-" And then a thought came upon him. He asked one of his agents to take it to get some touch-ups. "Oh right. So I need to get somewhere real quick like, what's the fastest car you can spare?"

"What do you mean you don't give out loaner cars!?" Once more he listened to the response, as he slammed his free hand against his face. "Well what kind of transport [i]can[/i] I get? So how long for a taxi?" He tapped his foot as he grumbled out, "Too long. What else?" Nicholas Grey inquired.

"[i]Only[/i] public transport then? Right, what time does it depart?" And with that Nicholas Grey promptly slammed the phone down. 
While it was not his intended method of transport, he knew that by riding the bus, he would be with the adoring masses! He would be able to bask in the limelight of the adoring masses. Invigorated by this revelation, and the fact he had to get down there fairly quickly, he rushed out of the room and with a quick stride he headed towards the lobby.