Jack picks you.

The four of you sit there sizing each other up trying to decide who each of you wants to partner up with for the night. Finally the girl Jack stands up and walks up to you and grabs your arm, “Come on Bambi lets get going.” You are hauled out of your seat by a girl far stronger than her frail form would suggest and nearly dragged away if not for your nimble athletic form putting your legs under you and you twist yourself upright allowing yourself to be led away. You grab one of the envelopes as you are hauled away effectively determining what building the two of you will ****.

The two men look at each other as if deciding if they should protest, “I guess that makes us the second team.” You hear Anvil state and you hear a snort of disapproval from Whirlwind.

She hauls you unrelenting out through the bar till you get outside. Finally she lets go of your arm and looks at you with a big grin, “You want to drive or should I?”