Abi was actively snorting in laughter now, imagining the absurdity of her not cursing and being all naive and sweet and innocent. She couldn't remember the first time she had cursed but suspected it had been a rather young age and that her grandmother would have made her wash her mouth out with soap. But, surprisingly, she didn't think he had so far minded her sailor mouth, her weird clothes, lack of make-up or any decorum whatsoever. Ernest, for all intents and purposes, was an anomaly in the era.
"I can't say I have a great sense of direction or that I'm a great judge of character, but I don't think that any man who knocked a creep out for me would leave me wandering the streets at 3am, lost and drunk, perfect to be taken full advantage of," she said, tucking her hair behind her ears. "I'd much rather be taken advantage of when at least tipsy."
Abi was already bursting for a drink though. The heat was stifling outside the club and was only gradually getting better the more they headed towards the beach.