Yes, go with the young, well-muscled bartender.

You tell him to lead the way, the frisson of excitement in the pit of your stomach burning brightly. He comes around the bar and you stand and adjust your dress, realizing your stocking tops may have been visible for some time now. You wonder how many people have been checking you out. Maybe it's the martinis talking, but instead of feeling self-consciousness you add a little strut to your step, feeling sexy and bold as you walk through the bar.

Isaac walks like a stalking panther across the room beside you, all rippling muscles stretching his shirt. He takes your hand as you near the front and pulls you to a side passage off the entrance. He presses you gently and firmly against the wall and kisses you deeply, his mouth warm and soft against yours. You let out an involuntary moan feeling his hard body press against you, then he pulls away and says, 'wait here one second'.

He steps into a side room and you can see it's the coat room, though it's such nice weather tonight it's not being used. There's a door to one side and a pair of mostly closed shutters where the attendant would take the coats. One of them is actually a little ajar, but there's something about that you find exciting. You're turned on and just a touch tipsy, and the coat room looks quite inviting. And there's that little thrill of maybe getting caught. Then again, Isaac seems to have a different romantic plan, and the rooftop did sound lovely.