To the nightclub.

Ashley looked out your window at the rapidly setting sun. You two had arrived on a late flight, and now your first day is almost over already!

"John, since it's late and all, how bout we go to a club tonight?" Ashley smiles at you mischeviously. "I mean, it's not usually my thing, but you said that I needed to loosen up a little."

"Only a teeny bit. Aren't you tired from the trip?" You were kinda hoping that with the romance of getting here, followed up by a little room service champagne...

"Aww, c'mon. Don't tell me the first time in, well, like, forever that I want to cut loose, and YOU want to take a nap!" Ashley laughs, pulling a black dress out of her suitcase. She holds it up for your approval, and as you nod, practically skips to the bathroom to change.

You look down at your own clothes. It isn't exactly club wear, so while Ashley changes, you scrape through your own suitcase for something acceptable. Fortunately, you do have the requisite "cool" shirt and pants. You slip into them quickly, half hoping for Ashley to finish dressing and catch you half undressed.

She doesn't unfortunately, and you find yourself sitting on the bed, flipping through the channels on the television. Holy shit! Free in-room porn!

You flip past that channel rapidly, hunting for something that wont get you in trouble. Although Ashley does care for you, her morals can sometimes get in the way. You sometimes feel like you've got Jerry Falwell in the back seat on some of your dates.

Finally, Ashely emerges from the bathroom. Dazzling doesn't even come close to describing how she looks. Her blonde hair spills down, her face is made up perfectly. Altogether you are amazed that you are lucky enough to even have a chance with this girl.

"You look, uh, wow...," is all that you can come up with to say.

Ashley smiles, opening the door. She slings a small purse over her shoulder as she does so, beckoning you.

"C'mon, John. I feel like dancing."