Zinny didn't care if anyone stared at them strangely. This was the most fun she'd had in... well.. ever. Once Holt retrieved their coats, she held onto them and him as he carried her out of the club.
Chuckling a bit as she was set down on the bike, she shivered before pulling on her leather jacket quickly. It wasn't cold, but it was cooler than it was inside and she had been sweating a bit from all the dancing and jumping around. "Nope. All I need is tequila, ice cream and you," she replied, smiling as she put her helmet on. "Come on. Let's get a move on, cowboy. The night's still young."