"Remember how Sam welcomed you to the sticks?" She spread her arms, even though Pete probably couldn't fully see and appreciate the gesture. "Really. Welcome."
When the got to the bar, Paige slid toward the door, giving the other cars in the lot a once-over. Odds of her actually recognizing any of them were slim to none, but it was worth a shot anyway. "I feel like a barrel of monkeys wouldn't be all that much fun."
She popped the door open and hopped out, checking her pocket to make sure she'd actually remembered to bring her ID. "They got pool tables here? Maybe we could make some money while we're out."