Dex looks excited.

“Hey,” Dex caresses your upper arm lightly in greeting. “I will be done quickly. I promise. Thank you for waiting.”

You tilt your head for a kiss on the cheek, “You're welcome.” He gives you a quick kiss on the cheek, and actually giggles.

“I told them you're with me, so no one will bug you,” he squeezes your arm gently then dashes back off to work.

You've never seen a barback collect glasses so quickly. It's actually kind of impressive. In less than 5 minutes after the last patron leaves, all the tables and random flat surfaces are clear. Dex has a brief conversation with who you remember to be the manager who glances your way. He smiles and rolls his eyes, then waves Dex off.

A very excited Dex comes jogging up to you. “I'm done! My manager saw my hot date, and said he'll do the last pass so I can go.” He takes your hand, “Are you ready?”

“Are you?” you give him a lusty smile, squeezing his hand.

Dex looks off to the side, bashfully. “Oh, my god... yes, I think so.” Then he leads you by the hand to the exit. You both jog down the stairs and then out into the cool night air. You're both a bit sweaty from the hot and humid club, and you can see Dex's nipples instantly harden in the outside air.

“No jacket? Not that I'm not enjoying the view,” you ask.

“No, keep me warm?” You agree, and wrap your arm around his waist. His lean body feels good against your side as he directs you towards his apartment.