Tell Tyler I'm going home

"I'm getting out of here."

"Ah, fine. You mind giving me a ride?"

I nodded, downing my drink, and taking him by the arm to lead him out of the club. His hand rested on my back, sliding down to my ass. "I love this skirt on you." He mumbled.

"You are drunk." I laughed as we got in my car.

"A great excuse to being horny." He said.

"Didn't find a piece of ass inside?" I asked. Tyler was a good looking guy, and didn't have trouble attracting women. Although his bluntness often lead to lonely nights for him.

He grinned at me, "I found you, didn't I?"