“What’s that?” she asks.
“I have absolutely no idea,” I tell her. “I’ll come up with something.”
She laughs and hands me the bottle. I take a swig and hand it back.
“Are you open to suggestions?” she asks.
“I’m open to pretty much anything right now,” I tell her, wondering whether I’m really ready to jump back in bed with her.
“All right,” she says. “I’ve got an idea, but we’re going to have to take a little trip to get there.”
“All right,” I tell her. “We’re young, we’re drunk, let’s fucking do it!”
“Okay,” she says, “you’re going to need to work on your inside voice, though. Otherwise, we’re not going to be able to pull it off without getting arrested.”
“Something that could get us arrested,” I say. “Now you’re talking.”
She smiles and hails a cab in her usual style.
While it may not be the most dignified technique, that shit works. We’re in a cab less than a minute later.
“Where are we going?” I whisper.
“Why are you whispering?” she whispers back.
“You told me to work on my inside voice,” I tell her.
She grins. “You can talk normally until we get there,” she says.
“Okay. Where are we going?” I ask in my normal tone.
She finishes taking a pull before answering, “We’re going swimming.”
“Ooh,” I mock. “Now that’s living on the edge.”
“It’s a little more than that,” she says. “You’ll see when we get there. First, though, we’re going to need to stop by my place to pick up my briefcase.”
“Your briefcase?” I ask.
“Just trust me,” she says.
We pull up to her building and I wait in the car while she runs up. She’s back a few minutes later, briefcase in hand.
“All right,” she tells the cabbie as she’s getting in, then she gives an address that I’m completely unfamiliar with.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“I told you to trust me,” she says.
We eventually pull up to a building downtown. It’s late, so the building is mostly dark, but there are security guards in the lobby.
“Okay, so what are we doing here?” I ask. “I don’t think this is the pool.”
“Oh,” she says, “they have one. Just let me do all the talking.”
“All right,” I tell her.
“And chew one of these,” she says, pulling a tin of mints from her pocket. “We’re not going to get very far if they know we’ve been drinking.”