Holt climbed onto the bike and let her scoot up close to him, her arms around him once more. He sped off into the night then, excited to get home and just relax with Zinny.
When they arrived at his building, he was quick to help her off the bike and take her helmet. "Do you want the ice cream, tequila, or me first?" he teased as he escorted her into the apartment. "Because.. I'm not sure if there's a rhyme to tell us the proper order. You know.. like liquor then beer, never fear. Or something." He shrugged and flipped on the light next to the door, slipping off his coat a second later and hanging it up.