"Everyone is disgusting when they're drunk," he commented. "Even yourself. You just aren't aware of it because of the simple fact that you are drunk." He moved past a few more people before he reached the door and pulled it open. He waited for Kathryn to walk out past him before he stepped outside himself. The cool air met his face almost at once and he drew in a breath before he pointed off toward the '67 Chevy Impala that was parked off in the far corner of the parking lot, right beside the alley.
"Come on. Car is over there." He led the way, fingers digging into his right pocket as he went. He wrapped them around the cloth that was inside and did his best to hide the sudden feeling of excitement that was creeping its way through him.