Wait at a nearby coffee shop.

"Why don't we take a stroll down to the coffee shop." You point down the street. "It's away from the club, so less chance of an encounter with Bradley. And we can get to know each other a little." You smile.
"I think...that sounds like a great idea."
You head on towards the coffee shop, pulling out your phone on the way. Bella steals furtive glances behind her occasionally. Likely checking to make sure Bradley isn't following you.
You shoot a text to Jenna.
{if DontAskDontTell = 1
}
James: going out.
Jenna: lol that was fast
James: u ok?
Jenna: dont worry about me
Jenna: im going out too
Jenna: c u in the morning

Your heart pumps as you read the words. Well....here you go, then.
{else
}
James: found myself a little damsel in distress
James: think I can parlay it into some gratitude
Jenna: lol
Jenna: knight in shining armor huh
Jenna: Got to go...there's a big cock in my face.

You recoil a little at the bluntness of her reply, but then you smile. This is what you wanted...right?
{endif
}
"Everything okay?" Bella asks at your elbow.
You put your phone away. "Yeah. Here we are." You pull open the door. "After you."
The place is halfway between a Dunkin and a Starbucks. Open late, but not scummy. A few minutes later, you each have a coffee, and are seated in an out of the way corner. Even if Bradley comes in here, he won't immediately see you.
Bella, short for Isabella Smith, is 26. She's a hairstylist and freelance photographer, and you laugh.
"What's funny?"
"My...friend Karen is a wedding photographer."
"Oh, cool. I do mostly senior pics, headshots, casual stuff. It's more of a hobby than a career." Bradley is just the latest in a string of guys who seemed really nice at first. You nod. It's a very common tale. Bella is very surprised when you admit your age.
"No fu-freaking way, man. You don't seem that old."
"Thanks? I feel it sometimes. I torqued my knee pretty good last time I went out dancing, and I was worried tonight that i might hurt it again."
"Well, you look young. I would have said 30, maybe 35." she rubs your arm. "So....I hate to address the elephant in the room...." her fingers find your wedding ring, and you curse internally. "What's the story here?" She gives a little smile, expecting that you have a perfectly good explanation. "You haven't been acting like a married guy.. and I would hope you didn't just leave a wife back there to come have coffee with little ole me..."