Saturday: Walking Home
Where: Somewhere on the boardwalk between Vapor and Allie's place
When: Very late.
Allie had been having fun with Santiago. Granted, not at much fun as the couple in the next booth over. She at least felt like she'd held on to most of her mysteries. They'd reached a point where they were either going to have to go find more privacy or go their separate ways for the night. Allie had ended up shooing the host back toward the party. She'd had a couple more cosmos (all the while thanking her father for giving her his strong Irish constitution along with her pint size) and danced a bit longer.
Not too long after midnight, however, she realized that she was a little tipsy and getting very tired. She'd thought about calling a cab and perhaps sober, she definitely would have. As it was, she was looking forward to a walk. She blew a kiss to Santiago from across the party and slipped out into the night. Compared to the steamy crush of the club, the marina was chilly and refreshing. Allie sighed in relief and cut down the path that led to the boardwalk. It would meander up along the northern edge of Sandpiper Cove and take her pretty much to her front door.
( can you get arrested for drunken bike driving? )