Push her into the car.

You throw your backpack in a locked compartment in the truck of your car. As Jay-Z said about trunks and locked gloveboxes and police officer searches, "You're gonna need a warrant for that".

As a reputable drug pusher, you have plenty of goodies that won’t get you in too much trouble in your locked glove compartment in the car, but all that hard shit needs to be secured, out of sight, and out of drug-dog range, or you’re going downtown for a long time.

You notice Tiffany hesitating while you’re getting your stash locked up in your car. "What’s good, baby?" You try to make it easy... but you see she’s having second thoughts.

Tiffany turns and looks back at the Delta Delta sorority house on the hill above the parking lot. She’s literally at a crossroads, and, while it was fun to flirt and party with you close to her cousin and the sorority girls, it’s an entirely different thing popping in a vehicle with a guy she just met.

You put a hand on Tiffany's bare shoulder and gently push her into the passenger seat. "Don’t stress, beautiful," you reassure her. "Those college frat and sorority parties are great and all. But you and I? We’re going out partying like the big kids tonight.

Tiffany gives you an unsure grimace as you close the car door.