Call for a cab.

Finding your way to the payphone, it only takes a few seconds to call a local cab company. They assure you that someone will be by to pick you up in just a few minutes. Thanking them, you hang up the phone and return to the strip club parking lot to wait.

Pacing nervously around the parking lot, you find yourself checking your watch often. Your nervousness quickly turns to dread when you glance towards the front door of the strip club, seeing the Latino man who is responsible for your current predicament exiting.

Even before the door closes behind him, the Latino man's gaze finds you. A large smile crossing his features as soon as he lays eyes on you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see a cab turn off onto the main road a couple of blocks down, headed in your general direction.