Out of the frying pan, into the fire side bar

Jane has you slip on a pair of sandals and place your phone in a purse not much larger than the phone and you're ready to go. At least you're dressed to go. Whether someone can ever really be ready to go out in public as an attractive woman for the first time is a question for philosophers. Certainly many are not. Fortunately you're still a little buzzed from dinner and the anxious voice counseling caution is muted.

There is, however, another problem.

"I can't call you Tyler with you looking like this. What's your girl name?"

"I guess I don't have one, I've never had to think about it. "

You go through a mental list of women's names and none of the feel quite right.

"I don't know, I'm open to suggestions"

She looks at you as if your name is blurily etched on your forehead and she just needs to read it.

"I think you're a Rose"

You blush in response, as if trying to emulate the namesake.

"oh yeah, definitely a Rose."

You were unable to object. With that settled Jane led you out of the room and through the hotel to the main lobby where there was a local Hawaiian musician playing ukulele covers of popular songs. The half full bar could seat several dozen people and overlooked the stage.

The whole lobby was open to the elements and had a breathtaking view of the ocean. The atmosphere was cozy with scattered seating surrounding a large fire pit.