Go out and party

You teleport back to the mansion to look for Olivia, but she's not home. You thought about going to look for Elena, but you want to give her some space. It's been barely 24 hours since you had met her.

So you get changed into regular clothes and head back downtown, where you walk around until you find a nightclub with a long line stretching around the block. With your mind control ring, it's easy to convince the bouncer to let you in, while people in line groan and curse at you. The club is packed tonight, and you push your way through the sea of people, trying to make your way to the bar.

You're about 5 feet away from the bar when you bump into a woman, causing her to spill both of her pink drinks onto you. The front of your shirt and jeans are drenched, and the woman apologizes profusely.

You're so angry that you almost shoved her, until you realize that she looks familiar.

"Jane Palmer?" you ask. You had gone to high school with her and she used to live 2 blocks away from your parents' home. She was the head cheerleader and vastly popular, even though she wasn't very bright and a little ditzy. Lucky for her, she had a protective twin brother, Adam, who came all the boys at arm's length. He was the star quarterback of their championship winning football team. They definitely had struck gold in the gene pool lottery.

"Yes?" Jane says quizzically. It takes her a few moments to remember how you are. "John! Hi! How are you? You look good! So sorry about the drinks!"

Jane looks pretty much the same as she did in high school. Tall, blonde, with big breasts and a tiny waist. She's wearing a pink dress and heels, with a tiara and white sash that says "getting married." She must be on her bachelorette party.

She drags you by your hand to a group of ladies that could have been cheerleaders, and introduces you to the group.

"John, I feel really guilty about getting you all wet," Jane says. "My fiance's apartment is not far away, I can bring you there to get dried up and get you a change of clothes. Yeah?"

One of her friends interjects, "Jane, are you sure? You've had plenty to drink. Look at you, you can barely stand straight."

"It'll be fine! I'll take the limo! You girls stay here, I'll be right back!"

You're happy to see where this goes, so you let Jane lead you out of the club where a white limousine is waiting nearby. The two of you get in the back, and Jane shouts at the driver, "Take us back to the apartment where you picked us up!"

The driver, an old man in his fifties with a thick white mustache, looks at Jane in the rearview mirror. "Okay, ma'am. Traffic's pretty bad right now and there're roadblocks everywhere because of an attempted terrorist attack, so it'll take around 30 minutes," he says.

"Just get us there!" she hollers back, clearly drunk.

"Okay." And the driver puts the screen up. No doubt he has to pull up with a lot of drunk and belligerent passengers.