No, I'm fine, Ronnie. Thanks though.

Ronnie shakes her head and offers her hand.

"It's been really nice talking to you. See you later." Ronnie walks out of the bar, and you finish paying up the tab. When you get outside, you feel a slim arm slip around your neck and warm lips meet yours.

Startled, you fall back into the closing door of the bar, and watch Ronnie pull away from you.

"Sorry," she whispered. "Even drunk you're nicer than most guys I ask out. Just wanted to make sure I wasn't sending a mixed signal." She kisses you again, her tongue gently lapping at your lower lip.

"I got the signal," you tell her.