She makes a pouty face, but grabs her sweater.

She cocks her head at the bartender and gives a pitiful wave. He winks in response, causing Emma to blush bright red.

Aside from the Uber driver giving me a weird look once or twice, it's an uneventful ride. I'm still pretty drunk, so I mostly just lay back and enjoy the breeze on my face.

We make it to the bar eventually. It's in one of the more run-down parts of town, whichever one 20 something year old artists are currently taking over. Everyone outside is super hip, i.e. everyone looks like us.

It turns out, despite Chris's promise otherwise, it looks like they're carding at the door.