Randall manages to ditch Miss. Esposita in the toilets.

A few minutes later you saw Randall walk out of the toilets. He peered around the club a few times before spotting you. He headed over to you, stumbling a bit from having imbided too much ****.

"Hey, dude!" he slurred. He fumbled in his purse and then pulled something out his apartment key and some cash. "Here, take 'em," he said putting them in your hand. "You gotta head back to my place. I'm hanging with Carla- she said she'll get me home." He turned his head to look back toward the toilets. You saw Miss Esposita coming out with a determined look. "Shit! Go, dude, before she sees you. I'll catch you later back at the apartment."

He gave you a drunken push and turned back to meet Miss Esposita. He grabbed her arm and **** her towards the dance floor. She looked kind of frustrated but seemed to quickly give in. Soon you lost sight of the two of them dancing in the crowd.

You were a little miffed at being dumped by Randall. "But I guess I can't blame him," you finally said to yourself. Miss Esposita didn't look she was going to easily let go of her friend, and you certainly didn't want her to see you. "As drunk as Randall is, he'd completely blow any excuse he tried to come up with," you decided.

You hung around the club a little longer but, without Randall, you felt very out-of-place in your casual clothes. And you couldn't keep track of Randall while he was dancing - at least not without risking being noticed by Miss Esposita. Eventually you decided to head back to his place, so you caught a cab using the money Randall gave you.

When you got to the apartment you debated on what to do. Despite being tired, you felt wide awake from the adrenaline and energy in the club. But your head was fuzzy from the **** and lack of sleep, so you didn't really want to watch a movie. You decided to poke around Randall's place - you hadn't had much of an opportunity earlier and you were curious about his new place.