Chat with Carlos.

You briefly glance at the brochure in your hand, then back to the mini fridge and finally Carlos, and quickly a decision is made.
"Call me John!" you chirp happily, and quickly move a couple of seats over, passing by the mini fridge and snatching a small bottle of champagne before making yourself comfy on the seat closest to the scrolled-down barrier between driver's cabin and the passenger room.

"John it is! Lovely name for a lovely girl." Carlos is grinning from ear to ear as he took another glance over his shoulder, and realizes that you are sitting within arm's reach now. The speed with which the outside world is flying past you was steadily slowing down, as it is becoming evident that your driver is not going to be in any rush to deliver you to the club. "I am not a member at the Refuge, but starting tomorrow I'll show you the city on my own time if you like, love."

He is a real Casanova! Something about his wide grin is really catching your attention, and instead of continuing to sit on your seat in accordance with traffic safety regulations, you are bringing one knee up onto the seat instead, then a second, allowing you to lean with both arms atop the scrolled down barrier, and lay your right hand onto his shoulder.
Even though you are fairly confident in yourself, there is no guarantee of winning this contest laying ahead of you, and Carlos is certainly a cute plan B, if one could call him such.

"Oh, I'd love to see everything you can show me", you reply flirtatiously, while sliding your fingertips over the collar of his shirt, and onto bare skin of his neck, to which he responded with a deep chuckle, followed by a quick kiss onto the back of your hand but a moment later.
"I'll show you the best gym in this whole city, where the best of the best are coming to train, relax, and most importantly, connect with lovely things like yourself. Come a little closer, would you, love?"

With that invitation, you are leaned in a little further, close enough to blow a brush of warm air over his ear, causing an immediate outbreak of goosebumps on his skin, which in turn is bringing a satisfied smile onto your own lips. You still got it.
Whomever they were going to put up against you, they better come prepared for a disappointment.

All the sudden Carlos' left hand is shooting up, holding his business card a mere inch away from your lips.
That only makes your smile widen further, and in an instant you are lunging forward, playfully nibbling his ear at first, before snatching with your teeth the card out of his fingers.

Throughout the remaining drive, well below the speed limit, you and Carlos continue fooling around, and the content of the small bottle of champagne is sweetening every moment.
When eventually arriving at the Refuge Club, the both of you are parting from one another with a brief, but passionate kiss.