Gabby didn't take her panties from Seth. He could keep them as a souvenir or throw them out if he really didn't want them. She slid down from the counter and turned around to look at herself in the mirror. She didn't look too disheveled but she primped her hair and pulled her dress back down to where it belonged, and dabbed her forehead a little where she had sweated a little. Hopefully she hadn't taken off too much make up and glitter in the process, or gotten too much on Seth so that it was obvious where he was. Then again, it would be obvious what they were up to if he followed her out as soon as she left his side.
Gabby didn't answer his question about her work schedule. They weren't in a relationship so she didn't feel the need to tell him her every move. Instead, she just slid past him to the door, grinning devilishly but keeping silent. Before she let the door close behind her, she looked back at him. "Maybe I'll stop by your work place next time." And with that, she let the door close and headed back out to the dance floor. She was a little wobbly legged but in a few minutes, she'd be as good as new except for the bruise on her arm.