"Are you sure?" Mickey said. He wanted to go back to the party, but he didn't want something to happen to this girl either. But, he had a few beers as well, so his line of thinking was blurred, all the sharp edges filed off. So, really, what could happen to you?
"I can call you a cab, if you want? I know all the cabbies in Camden. I mean, we're out in the woods, so that might be, you know..." Not having to walk through the dark woods on your own. "Safer?"