“Should we leave? Together?” she asks, her voice so soft I almost didn’t hear her. “I thought that was the plan. I’m too drunk to drive,” I remind her. “Are you too drunk to do…anything else?” She bites her lower lip, her eyes wide. Fuck me, she’s sexy as hell. “I’m up for whatever you want to do.” I’m leaving this up to her. “Okay.” She takes a deep breath, glancing around the bar before her gaze returns to me, her expression dead serious as she murmurs, “Let’s go.”
