[By this point, he's almost managed a shirt and then decided to screw it, so it's just hanging open as per usual for him]

In the hall by the front door. Probably shucked them soon as I got here before I passed out. Least they weren't hanging from the ceiling fan like at that one hotel we wrecked.

[And by we, he probably means he. He's helped them trash more hotels. Because what's a little property damage when you're having fun?]