Carter hadn't had any reason to complain the last few events the Haus put on, so he didn't see himself finding anything wrong with this one either. It was his job to please, he was good at it, so it all seemed to work towards his advantage. The room he was supposed to go in, something happened, a mix up so to speak, so he was shifted - not that he minded, it's not like he had known who was in either room so could complain or get upset. He would make the most of no matter where he was put. Of course his idea of a good time involved the bar that was in there, taking the second he could get up and move around to head to the bar, pouring himself a drink offering another to the person standing beside him. "Thankfully this isn't one of those jobs where they holler at you for working while you're on the clock," if that were the case he would have to be ultimately sober, his job pretty much revolving around the clock with no set hours.