Re: The Bar
"Sure you can," he said. "Whether you end up face first on the floor in the right apartment's a whole different story, though." He'd already resolved himself that he wasn't getting any tonight, and frankly he wasn't much in the mood anymore. He pulled Preston a few paces further, out to the street, and hailed the next taxi that passed. "This is happening," he said, nudging him toward the open door. "Get in, it's cold out here." Blake ignored the fact that it was fifty degrees - he just wanted Preston to get in the damn cab.