No, the conversation is boring anyway, she might as well know about it.

You feel the mother of all yawns rising up from you chest, and you let it out, right in front of Janice's face. She trails off in the story she was telling, and stares at you. You blush slightly, but really, that story was ever so boring.

"I'm sorry, did my story _bore you, _Remi?" Her eyes look like they are going to bore holes into you. If a look could kill, you'd be 6 feet under by now.

"No, no, sorry, I'm just a little tired is all." You start to realize how incredibly rude what you just did was. Your excuse doesn't seem to have gotten you any favors, Janice still looks like she's two steps away from a homicide. "Um, please, continue."

"No, we are way past that stage, Remi, I think it's time you learned some manners." With that, she stood up, grabbed you hand, and pulled you to your feet as well. She might be a girl, but her athletic body is clearly no match for yours, and you feel yourself being dragged through the club.

Shouldn't you be resisting?