"Aw, you know me, I can sleep anywhere," he said carelessly.
As they approached the reserved sports car, Dionysus gave an approving nod, and said "Dude, sweet wheels. Riding in style, huh? Shotgun!"
He pulled out a handle of scotch, opened it, and took a deep drink from it. Looking over at Triton apologetically, he said "I'd offer you one, but I've only got five left. Should last me most of the way there, I hope."