"Hurts so good? Is that your motto in all things?" He grinned, pulling to a stop near the park and pushed out of his car, "You know, had you told me we were going to be this close we probably could have walked. Would have allowed me to sober up later tonight." Pulling his long jacket over his shoulders, he shut the door behind him and moved around with her, after having snatched up his own bottle of whiskey. Clanking it against her purse, he then moved one arm around her shoulder.
"I'm not too worried about being pestered. If I'm going into a bar with two hot young ladies, getting drunk, I should probably be ready to get annoyed by a great deal of people. Though if you're both going to be doing the whole getting laid thing, do me a favor and make sure I don't see you with any frat types. I might actually have to get confrontational. I'd hate to do that."
He did smirk as he walked with her, raising a slow brow, "And no stalkers. Good. And last time wasn't that bad."