Yes and more....

The beer was warm, and the glasses were dirty, but I didn’t mind too much. I didn’t expect that we’d be staying at the bar too long, and I wasn’t too concerned about the drink. I glanced over at Jack and saw him fiddling with something in his pocket. I excused myself to go to the bathroom. It was a dirty as the glasses at the bar.

Sitting on one cheek, I relieved myself, and returned to the bar. Jack told me to drink up and we would go somewhere else since the action at that bar was slow. I drank about half my beer and told him let go. We got in his car and it didn't take long and I started to feel a bit funny. Like I wasn't aware of my surroundings, but I was. I could hear Jack talking to me but I couldn't respond. He would look over and smile that smile like he knew what was next.