Evan grinned, happy Sam was agreeing again. "Anyway, go to a regular bar and I might end up going home with someone myself which would defeat the point of tonight being about getting you laid and not me," he said, clapping Sam on the back friendlily.
When the sign for a place called "Barcode" came into view, Evan pointed. "That's it. And the man of your dreams tonight will be in there. Tomorrow morning, you don't even have to remember his name."