#20327
Jennifer was buzzed, comfortable, and thinking about how it was dancing with him. Feeling his hands on her waist, the way he looked at her. It was stupid, it was all stupid, and he probably just wanted her here to talk. To complain about his wife, or something.

But that wasn't the tone he used. Was it?

"Do you... want me to go home?" she asked, hesitantly, unsure of what the answer would be.