No

I felt a hand on my chest as I tried to walk past the bouncer. Erica's fingers slipped out of mine.

"Hey, he's with me!" Erica shouted after turning around and realizing the situation.

"I don't care," the bouncer said. "Unless he has a card, he can wait in line."

Erica scoffed. "Let's leave then, John."

"I'm sorry about that," Erica apologized as soon as we were back in the car.

"Don't be, it wasn't your fault. I think the bouncer was just jealous. Did you see the way he looked at you?"

"Oh, like the way you were looking at me back in the apartment?"

I blushed. "A bit like that, yeah."

Laughter filled the car. "You're just too fun to tease. How about we head to a bar and just get you plastered and laid there, hmm? Or do you wanna try another nightclub?