Suggest they head for the studio

Matt wanted to fuck her again. Of course he did, that was what eighteen year-old guys wanted all the time. But he didn't think that would advance his cause. They'd already had sex. She'd cum and been satisfied. Doing the same thing over didn't seem likely to convince her of anything. What might convince her was seeing that he, Tanya and the others were approaching their problems in a business-like way. After all, Mrs. Fellers seemed enamored of the whole business-like approach.

"I'll call an Uber," he said. "We'll go to the studio. By the time we're done there, you should be sobered up and we can pick up your car here."

She examined him, looking at him first through one eye and then through the other... and making him very glad he hadn't agreed to let her drive.

"You don't have a drivers license, do you?"

He shrugged. "I'm not one of those entitled brats who think just because they turned sixteen, the world owes them a car. I'll get a license when I have enough money to pay for a car and my insurance. I'm not there yet."

"Must make dating hell."

Yeah, he would have thought so, too. Especially living on the Hill where the only business within walking distance was the deli--hardly a romantic date spot. Somehow, though, he'd managed.

He shrugged. "I'm also not one of those incels who think they're entitled to a government-provided girlfriend."

She laughed. "I can't even tell if you're being serious or making fun of my political beliefs."

"Some of each," he admitted. "Mostly being serious."

"Okay. Fine, let's go to your studio and you can try to convince me that you're actually trying to improve yourself rather than just taking the chance to fuck with the lives of girls who were raised better than you, come from decent families, and are destroying their lives for you just because you have a cute face and hot body."

"Wow, when you put it like that, how could I argue?"

She giggled again. "Hasn't anyone ever told you never to argue with girls?"