She blushed at the kiss, swatting him away playfully, "Don't mess me up too much, old man.." Abi giggled, pulling him towards the bar. "You're buying these cocktails since you're so goddamn desirable in this day and age. Ernest fucking Hemingway..." she almost burst into absolute laughter at the idea.
Then she saw the name of the club. "Club Tropicana?" she laughed again, "Are the drinks free?"