So, this is Fun?

[Jason Campbell]

Some nights, you just wanted to sit down and relax and read a book or watch TV and catch up on your favourite programs. Some nights, you wanted to keep up with your research on mutants. And some nights both of those options kind of repulse you. Not that Jason wouldn’t mind doing more tests. But it was hard to do so with nothing new to work on. He could re-read what happened to Zoe and Devyn but that wouldn’t change a thing. And it was one of those few nights when he actually felt like going out rather than staying locked up inside. Yes, he did have moments like those at times.

Of course, going out alone was kind of boring. At first, he thought about asking Guy if he wanted to grab a beer at the local bar and rant over his students or whatever. But then he recalled the speed dating night and the phone number he got. He still had it and he knew it was no fake one, that Sorcha really gave him her phone number. That sure would be a far greater company. And she did suggest she’d show him how she was having fun. Now, he was tempted. And when even the little angel on your shoulder was telling you to go for it, can you really not?

So Jason called her. He hoped he was not interrupting anything and perhaps hoped even more that she would remember him. He knew he was not the most memorable of men. She could be with someone else already but he still took the chance. And he asked her if she was still up to show him what fun really was like.

He was supposed to meet her here. He had no idea where she’d drag him tonight but he was open to anything really. Couldn’t be worse than JJ with his mudfights and strippers.

[Sorcha Adams]

The medical type that Sorcha had met during the speed dating event had actually decided to give her a call. She'd let the phone ring three or four times, trying to remember if the number on the screen was at all familiar before shrugging and answering it anyway. She passed her number out every so often so the chances were fairly good that it wasn't anyone she knew personally. It had been a pleasant surprise to head the good doctor's voice on the other end of the line and once the call had ended, she attached a name to the number in her digital phone book for future reference. If nothing came of their night out it would at least be good to have a medical professional in her contact list, especially with her line of work and the current state of the world.

She hadn't had the night off but she managed to get someone to cover her shift without too much difficulty, offering to take over one of theirs in the near future in exchange. She could live with a slightly smaller paycheck for the week if it meant having a night out on the town with a handsome older man. They'd agreed to meet at the club district so she'd dressed for bar hopping. She slipped into a dangerously short pair of shorts and a sleeveless shirt with an exceedingly deep V cut in the front, the point of it ending just above her bellybutton. A couple of strategically placed strips of fabric tape would keep it from sliding and revealing too much. She stuck a pair of sandals on her feet and decorated herself with an array of bracelets, several studs and hoops in each of her ears and a necklace just long enough to draw some extra attention to her low cut shirt. A pair of heart shaped sunglasses completed her look and she headed out to find the older man at their rendezvous point.

He had beaten her there, and she hoped he hadn't been waiting too long her her to find him. "Hi! Sorry to keep you waiting, but I had to find someone to take my shift at the school before I could get here," she offered as a greeting as she approached. There were a number of different bars and clubs throughout the district, two being the most prominent. She didn't exactly know what a stay at home quiet type would be into in this kind of atmosphere so she'd have to do a fair deal of whinging it and hope he enjoyed himself at the same time.

"Well, since I'm supposed to be showing you how I do things I'll tell you that I usually go clubbing or barhopping on my nights off. Have a few drinks, work up a good sweat dancing, just let everything go and have some fun," she explained, looking at several of the places nearby to see if any of them jumped out at her immediately. "I dunno what kind of things you get into when you come into town, so I'll be nice to you for now. Would you rather jump right in and go someplace real busy like the Silverlight, or would you rather find somewhere a little quieter and ease yourself into it?" she asked, figuring that giving him the option might allow him to have a little more fun before her kind of partying potentially chased him off. She knew the Hole In The Wall tended to be slightly quieter than the Silverlight, but there were several other less prominent places they could step into as well since country wasn't everyone's cup of tea.

[Jason Campbell]

Jason had never been one who went clubbing a lot, not even in his early twenties. Not that he ever went to a nightclub. But he had always been more the kind to go to a bar, sitting at a table while enjoying some music and talking to a bunch of friends. That was his definition of a night out. He knew a lot of people would consider it kind of lame. He supposed he was, a little.

Still, he was ready to get out of his comfort zone and try. And if he was to jump into that world when he had not set foot in a nightclub for years, he decided to do so in good company. And that wasn’t JJ no matter how much the man was eager to turn the good doctor into another version of him by dragging him in all of his favourite spots in town. No, if Jason was to be with someone, let it be a beautiful woman he could hope to put in his bed later on, if all turned out right.

He wasn’t quite sure if a proper look was required. Even if there was one, he doubted he owned it. So he went simple: jeans and shirt. He had not been waiting for very long when she arrived and made him feel far too clothed. But hey, he was certain people preferred to see her in short shorts than him. “You didn’t have to do that, we could have gone out when it suited you best,” he said when she told him she had to find someone to replace her. But then he shut his mouth. It was already done so no need to cancel everything.

He nodded as she started to explain to him what her usual night out was like. Yeah, he kind of expected this. Luckily, the type of dance expected in places like these wasn’t very demanding. Anyone could move to the beat while being dangerously close of someone else. He shouldn’t make too much of a mess there. Still, he did wonder how many men of his age would be in there. As he never really flirted in clubs, he couldn’t imagine there would be a lot, nor that he was so wrong about it.

She then gave him the choice. Jason thought about for what, three seconds, before coming up with what he considered the most logical choice. “I called you so I would not to what I usually go for,” he answered. A part of him wasn’t so sure about it but he couldn’t care less. If he wanted to just sit in a bar and chat, he would have called Guy. “I’m supposed to see what others do for fun, no? So let’s jump right off the nest,” he added. That was how birds learned to fly. And it was for one night. It would not kill him. Besides, even the Silverlight must have places for him to sit down if he ever wanted a break. It was the time to prove he could drink and have fun and flirt and dance. He wasn’t some old geezer. Not yet.

[Sorcha Adams]

"Alright, clubbing it is then," Sorcha replied matter-of-factly. The older man was being very cooperative thus far and she certainly didn't mind taking the reigns and dragging him along behind her for the night. It wouldn't be the first time she'd done that sort of thing. And if things didn't turn out so well at least she'd have gotten a good night of drinking and dancing out of it. She didn't see too many downsides to the evening.

The Silverlight was by far the most popular club in the district and a personal favorite of hers. With a good bar and two whole floors for dancing who wouldn't love it? It seemed like a pretty good option for forcing someone out of their comfort zone, too. It definitely wasn't any quiet hole in the wall and she was becoming determined to get the good doctor partying for at least a few hours and then seeing where things went from there.

As one of the biggest clubs in the district, the Silverlight would be hard for him to miss, even if she hadn't been leading the way. Its brightly lit sign and the music faintly pumping through the closed doors naturally drew attention from passerbys. She wasted very little time sitting out on the sidewalk once they'd reached the building.

The volume of the music was immediately amplified once the doors were opened and she'd stepped inside. Her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting far better and faster than any normal humans' could have, her nose however took longer to acclimate to the strong collection of smells hanging in the air. Between the alcohol, the sweat, and the various types of perfumes and body sprays it was almost painful. She made a valiant effort to ignore it, though. She'd never be able to visit the clubs as often as she did if she couldn't handle the smell. She would get used to it after a few minutes.

"First on the agenda is alcohol," she declared, raising her voice to be sure Jason could hear her over the music and the other people shouting. She didn't linger by the door long after her statement before she started heading toward the bar. She'd start a tab for the night and worry about paying for it later.

[Jason Campbell]

Jason didn’t mind letting Sorcha take control of the situation. He was absolutely clueless about that kind of world anyway. It must have been at least ten years since he ever went to a nightclub, not counting that speed dating night. Still, he didn’t mean to dampen the mood or anything. He was ready to jump into it, even if that would most certainly last just for one night. Of course, doing it with a gorgeous-looking woman, that was just the cherry on top. He hoped his presence, if he was not arrogant enough to think would make her night, would at least make it pleasant to her.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t wish to sleep with her eventually. But he would also not die if that was not to happen. Jason nodded when she agreed to the plan of the night and followed her towards the Silverlight. The music almost threatened to destroy their eardrums as they stepped inside. Jason was unaware of what power Sorcha exactly had and so if he noticed her stopping a moment, he assumed it was more or less for the same reason he did, to adjust t it all.

“That’s good with me,” he replied to Sorcha, also raising the level of his voice so she’d hear him over the music. In fact, some alcohol might help him loosen up as much as he was trying to look. He followed her in direction of the bar. He was aware a few glances were thrown at Sorcha but he ignored it. She was certainly used to it. He did have a thought for a second, wondering if she’d stick all evening with him if other men were already locking their gaze on her so early on, but he shoved it away. It was not the time to act like a quiet, shy little boy. He just had to show he could be a good time too. It was with more confidence then as he thought of this that he joined at her the bar and ordered something.

[Sorcha Adams]

It wasn't too hard to find a spot at the bar that would accommodate two. The majority of the crowd at the club tended to gather on the dance floors. The bar counter could get crowded, but it wasn't exactly difficult to slip between people and occupy some space. Showing as much cleavage as she had chosen to do didn't exactly hurt, either.

She ordered herself a drink that promised it was loaded with fruit and turned to lean the small of her back against the counter top once it was in her hand. Her sunglasses were pushed up to the top of her head before she removed the pineapple slice from the rim of her glass and took a bite, savoring the tart flavor. She debated how many drinks she'd have before she dragged the older man onto the dance floor. Two, maybe three? Or maybe it would be best to just toss him out there sooner rather than later. Quick and easy, like ripping off a band-aid. They could always pause for drinks throughout the night, though she'd have to keep count of how many she ordered. It wouldn't make for a very good impression of she got too drunk and had to call a cab for a ride back to the Academy to sleep it off. The poor guy wouldn't be having any fun if he had to play babysitter.

"So how does this compare to your normal haunts?" she asked before tipping her glass, finding that the promise of fruit wasn't a lie. A place like the Silverlight could be a little overwhelming to someone that wasn't used to the atmosphere, though for the most part he seemed to be doing fairly well. She'd have to see if his bravado held up out on the dance floor. "Thing you'll be able to keep up?"

[Jason Campbell]

It didn’t prove too hard to get to the bar. Following such a sexy woman helped too. Did people think they were together? Jason would let them torture their mind about it. He had not been one much into cocktails and the like so he just ordered a beer. Everyone had beer. It was a safe pick. And since he had never been the kind to like a slice of pineapple or lemon hanging on the tip of a glass, it was perfect.

Jason actually looked quite laidback there, his drink in his hand. He was not exactly into DJs and stuff but he knew that kind of music and dealt with it well. Anyway, the music was not here for you to enjoy it, but to dance on it. For a night only starting, the place was filled pretty well already. People come and go, right? At least, from the way Sorcha talked, it seemed that way. He looked around at the people, drinking, dancing, touching each other... Jason knew he could do that as well. After all, just because he had never been one that much into clubbing, didn’t mean he never went to bars, never drank or danced with pretty strangers. He was able to live too. He was not ninetysomething.

He chuckled to Sorcha’s question but she mustn’t have heard it. She however, noticed the smile it put on his face for a second. “Yeah, I guess I’m used to something quieter than this. But don’t worry for me,” he assured her with all of his calm confidence. As if it could prove his point, he drank some more of his beer. Those people didn’t invent nightclubs or that type of danced. Jason did put his hands all over a woman’s body on a dance floor before. He assumed he could do it again. It was like riding a bike, right?

[Sorcha Adams]

The man certainly was calm and collected for someone being thrown out of their element. Though she supposed she had been running entirely on the assumption that he'd always been the quiet stay at home type. He was older, but he wasn't all that old. He could very well have been more inclined to visit places like clubs in the not too distant past. But if he hadn't been then he was at least very good at keeping his cool and going with the flow of things.

"You definitely won't find quiet here." Between the music and the people shouting back and forth there was nothing quiet about the Silverlight. Sorcha preferred it that way most of the time. It was easier for her to get involved and let any looming concerns fall to the wayside when it was too loud to think. The drinking helped too, but she was usually careful that she didn't overdo it. It was one thing to get away for a few hours and another to start depending on the escapes.

She stirred her drink with her straw a moment before taking another sip while she scanned the dance floor. The crowd was starting to get thicker, not that she minded. She'd never been shy about getting in the thick of things and the lack of personal space didn't bother her in the least, even at the busiest part of the night.

Worry about the doctor wasn't in her plans. He was a big boy and she was sure he could fend for himself. Still she wouldn't be abandoning him to the crush on the dance floor or anything. She'd dragged him to the club in the first place after all and even if he was comfortable enough so far she wasn't going to push his limits too far just yet. She might tease him, but she wasn't going to be that mean.

"Alright Mr. No Worries," she said, placing what was left of her drink down on the counter and pushing away from the bar, "Let's see how well you can still move for an old man." She smirked and took a few steps back toward the dance floor. Drinking was nice, but dancing was the main reason she went to the clubs and with two dance floors available it would be a crime not to use at least one of them.

[Jason Campbell]

Inside, Jason was nervous. But nerves on him acted differently. While others wouldn’t be able to keep still, look around with the eyes of a deer seeing the lights of a car coming at full speed, Jason looked calm. It was odd but nerves really made him feel almost narcoleptic. He had yet yawned, which was a good thing for he would then have to explain to Sorcha this had nothing to do with her at all.

He didn’t like to think he used to do that on occasion. That implied he no longer was, and that also implied he aged. No one likes to be reminded that. Especially when you’re not all that old. He didn’t mind the noise. In fact it was better. Jason doubted he’d be able to hold a conversation the whole time otherwise. Since you couldn’t speak, it was a perfect excuse to flirt in another way, a more physical way. Not that Jason ever considered himself good at flirting. But it was a lot easier to just stare, smile and dance real close than having a conversation, hoping not to bore the other.

Jason had barely started to enjoy his beer when she kind of teased him and moved towards the dance floor. He laughed at her comment. He did wish he had enjoyed his beer a little more but he told her he was doing it her way tonight so he placed it next to her drink before joining her. Alright, she wanted him to show he could still move. He’ll do that. Not like it was very hard to dance like the rest of the people, they were not doing tango here. He said nothing but he did smirk as he joined her. He had to give it a try anyway. It would be stupid to come here and only drink after all.

[Sorcha Adams]

The drinking could wait for a song or two. Sorcha thought she saw the slightest hint of regret when the older man placed his beer on the bar top, though she could easily have been imagining it since she wasn't paying an excessive amount of attention to his expression compared to the rest of him. She would gladly buy him a new one once she'd enjoyed a little dancing. Leaving drinks unattended was never a good idea, so she wouldn't be retrieving their abandoned glasses any time soon.

She wouldn't make him stay out on the dance floor all night. Breaking up her visits to the floor with stops at the bar for drinks was usually how she did things. When she wasn't with anyone she'd use the pauses to scope out the crowd and see if anyone caught her eye as a candidate for her to pursue for a time. She enjoyed chasing after people to appease her predatory side, but that didn't mean that bringing company with her to the club was any less enjoyable. She'd make stops at the bar to allow him to catch his breath and enjoy a few drinks and it would let her watch him and figure out how she wanted to play her games of cat and mouse for the night.

The floor was already getting crowded, but she didn't mind. Personal space had never really been an issue for her, but for others the crowd offered the perfect atmosphere to get nice and close without having to worry about breaking any kind of social expectations about such boundaries. It was a lot easier than trying to hold a conversation with a near stranger, too. She wasn't always good with conversations, but she could handle physical activities.

She didn't squeeze her way too far into the crowd, though she did wander just far enough that it was somewhat difficult to see the edge of the dance floor from where she was standing. Once she was satisfied with her place in the crowd she turned back around to face the doctor and wasted little time curling her fingers into his shirt to pull him nice and close while she began moving and twisting with the current beat of the music. Physical communication was so much better than verbal sometimes and she wanted to see what he could do.

[Jason Campbell]

Sure Jason didn’t like being so cramped into a small space but it was also the perfect excuse to get closer to Sorcha. And let’s face it, when you have a... well he supposed he could call her date, at least in his mind... a date then who was as good looking as she, you don’t let her get away that easily. She was gorgeous, fit, determined and the go-ahead type. Not to add that he was still stunned by her eyes. There was something quite animalistic about them. Having been told many times that he had piercing, very unusual eyes, he did notice hers.

He figured it would be easy to dance. They didn't seem to be doing much, mostly moving the hips and all. There wasn’t a lot of space to make intricate moves anyway. After he let Sorcha drag him as close to her as it was appropriate to do, even on a dance floor, he tried to follow the music. He didn’t pick it as quickly as she did but he moved in motion with her. It proved to be not as easy as he first thought. He could follow the rhythm but his movements were not as fluid as hers, at least for the first song. Or was it for the first two songs? He wasn’t always certain when one song ended and another started.

For a second, he recalled some of his nights out while he was a college student. He did dance like this, very close to a girl he found attractive, his hand right above her lower back, just so he’d look almost like a gentleman not to grab her ass like others didn’t seem to mind doing. He knew he looked serious, perhaps even too serious, but he had a wilder side. He simply didn’t let it out as often as others did.

Remembering this allowed him to calm down and he grew less stiff in his movements, following Sorcha as she obviously knew how to move better. He didn’t mind letting her in control of things. Especially now that they were communicating better, physically that is. He didn’t know how many songs she intended for them to dance on. She said she wanted to see how well he could move. Who knows how long it would take to size someone up.

[Sorcha Adams]

A little stiff, a bit awkward, but far from the worst dance partner she'd ever had. She chalked it up to lack of practice since Jason had made it fairly clear that places like the Silverlight were not the kind of environment he frequented. Quieter bars didn't tend to attract dancers, though she supposed that even if he did visit clubs now and again having a job in the medical field wouldn't allow much time off to keep up any kind of practice anyway.

That wasn't to say she was disappointed in her pick of partners for the evening. She could easily deal with a bit of awkwardness that comes with being out of place. However, the older man seemed to find his rhythm and loosen up before too long which was encouraging. She took that as a sign that he was starting to relax in the environment which also possibly meant that he could enjoy her company a little better while he wasn't distracted by any kind of discomfort or nerves.

And she fully intended on keeping his attention while he was in her company. There wasn't too much room to separate very far and that worked very well to her advantage. She rarely let him get very far from her while they danced anyway and she nearly always had at least one hand on his person while he rather politely positioned his own hands on her body. Polite was fine by her. Physical contact in general was the goal either way.

She allowed several songs to melt into one another as she moved out on the dance floor, enjoying the physicality of the environment, the vague feeling of more primal instincts that infected those that were participating. It was easy to get lost in the music, to lose track of songs and time in the sort of fever of it all but she was doing what she could to try and be mindful of her partner, watching for signs of discomfort or fatigue or boredom.  Even without seeing any of it she would still have to make a point of stopping and taking a breather. Sitting at the bar and drinking could be just as nice as the dancing just as long as she wasn't stuck doing only one or the other.

When she thought she could hear one song beginning to fade into another she grabbed a handful of the front of Jason's shirt and gave it a tug while she took a step or two back toward the bar to indicate that she'd be moving so he would get the idea. She didn't want to start sliding through the crowd and accidentally leave him behind in the process. She had no intention of losing her prize so easily.

Finding a spot back at the bar was a little more difficult than it had previously been as more people had made their way to the club while they were on the dance floor, but it wasn't entirely impossible. Momentarily leaning over the bar top she flagged down the bartender and ordered herself and Jason each a beer, having made sure she knew which brand he'd been drinking before she'd made him abandon his previous drink, and then settled herself in. She'd give him a chance to actually finish it this time before she dragged him anywhere else.

"You're not half bad for a guy that doesn't go clubbing," she commented once her drink was in her hand. Her free hand brushed her short hair off of her forehead to help her cool down a little faster. She could feel a thin layer of sweat on her skin forming already. "And how do you like my way of doing things so far, hm? Not too wild for you yet?"

[Jason Campbell]

Jason was making an effort, Sorcha could not reproach him otherwise. Of course, the fact he didn’t want her to just ditch him because obviously this was not working helped. Not that he could blame her for wanting a wilder, younger man but it was still quite hurtful for the ego. He was not all that old and he wished he could prove it. He was quieter though, that he could not deny. If he didn’t mind having a drink, it was in a bar with a bunch of friends. He had to face it, he was neither the funniest nor the most adventurous of man.

He had the feeling however that she would not let him go away that easily either. Finally a little boost of the ego. Some people had their hands all over each other. Jason might not be grabbing her ass, but he too was touching her. He could feel just enough of her curves to give him an idea, and also to make him want more, eventually, if he played his cards right. He wasn’t sure what his chances were exactly on the subject but he’d work for them to get higher if need be. For now, he enjoyed their proximity.

How many songs played while they were here? Jason didn’t quite know. But she grabbed his shirt again and dragged him away from the dance floor and back towards the bar. A smirk brushed on his lips for a moment. He did realize she was in control but he did not expect her to be so commanding. Still, it was not to displease him. Besides, that way, they would not lose each other in the crowd.

It proved a little harder to find a spot. Sorcha got one but it was too tight for Jason to be hanging right next to her at the bar. He was still near, of course, but slightly behind her instead. He didn’t expect her to have ordered him a drink at the same time she did but he thanked her as they were handed out beers. He smiled at she complimented him. Well, he assumed it was a compliment. He’ll take it that way. “I did go to clubs before, and danced. Do I really look that boring?” he asked. He took a swig of his drink. She asked him how he found it so far. “I have a feeling you’ve toned it down a little for me,” he pointed out. But no, not too wild. Then again, with JJ who was dragging him to strip clubs and mud fighting, this really was not wild. “How about you, don’t feel like you’re babysitting or something?” he asked in return. He hoped to like the answer.

[Sorcha Adams]

"If you looked boring I wouldn't have given you my number in the first place," Sorcha replied readjusting her position at the bar so she was leaning her back against the counter top and facing the older man who had unfortunately gotten stuck behind her instead of at the counter. Or perhaps it was fortunately, depending on how she looked at it. Either way, as long as he hadn't gotten stuck out in the crowd somewhere she was content. It was awfully hard to be flirtatious when she couldn't find her victim of the evening after all.

She gave a small shrug and took a sip of her drink at the accusation he leveled at her about her holding back for his sake. Maybe she had just a little bit, though she hadn't done it with any kind of malicious intent against the man's ego. "Wouldn't be very nice of me if I wound up overwhelming and scaring you off too quickly," she said, turning her drink in her hands and looking appropriately innocent for her excuses. "Not that I get too much crazier than this normally. Aside from finding a good hookup drinking and dancing are pretty much the things to do here and unless I want to start dancing on the bar or sticking my hands down your pants I don't know that I can get too much wilder with those things." Not that she'd be opposed to them, but one or both could potentially get them removed from the club if the employees weren't in the mood to entertain her shenanigans. She could wait until a little later in the evening before she began seriously contemplating those options.

"Babysitting? Hardly," she assured him, giving a dismissive wave with her free hand. She'd dealt with people before that were either inexperienced or a little rusty with the club scene and it had never bothered her one little bit. If anything it tended to add to the fun. Taking charge could be exciting and just because someone might not have been the most confident dancer didn't mean they couldn't show off and impress her in other ways. "Not doing things my way doesn't mean you're some boring old fart. It just means you don't do things my way. I haven't ditched you yet and I don't plan to." She gave a smirk and reached out to hook a finger in one of his belt loops so she could pull him a little closer. She definitely didn't plan on letting this one go before the night was through.

[Jason Campbell]

Although Sorcha did have a point there, being told for once that he was not boring felt good to Jason’s ego. Oh, he knew he was not wild or anywhere near the party-goer she was. But it was good to see his stay-at-home demeanor did not turn women away. He definitely was spending too much time with Officer Johnson. His eyes went down on her body for an instant. She was already dressed for people to look at her and now that she had her back against the counter, the view was even better. He supposed some feminist could come and accuse him of being a pervert but let’s face it, a woman doesn’t dress like this if she doesn’t want to be noticed. No, it was not macho. And obviously Sorcha knew it and couldn’t care less. In fact, Jason was certain she wanted him to look, as she was flirting with him. This night was going on well, he thought as he drank some more of his beer.

He smiled a bit at her reply. He didn’t blame her for holding back a bit. He did tell her he was not doing this often, you couldn’t expect for him to be heating up the dance floor or getting very physical or whatever else she might be doing. His ego was fine, no strike from her had wounded it yet. “I’m not sure my ego would have like that,” he replied to her. Yes, finding out he was unable to follow her would have been more painful than watching her going at his pace. He smirked again as she added more. “Night might be a little young to get there already,” he added. But there definitely had been a light spark in his eye at the thought of it.

She was rather blunt and even if she complimented him, at least he assumed it was some form of compliment, the way she said it took him a bit off guard. He chased that feeling as she was aggressively flirting with him. Since it was not the first time she grabbed him so he’d get closer, this time he chose to act as well. He let his free hand run down her side to her hip as he came near and kissed her. Wasn’t it the goal of this whole night? To have a bit of fun?