"Neither of you exactly has the room to talk," John muttered. He tapped his finger against the liquor, then licked it. "C'mon, I've got an address. Someone else's payin' for the cab ride." He picked up his coat and stepped out from around the bar to wrap his arm around Pam's waist again. He was relatively sure that he and Midnight had one of those talks coming, but that didn't mean that he couldn't put it off for a bit.