Kyle paid for his tab and mine before coming back to me.
"Would it be boorish or misogynistic if I held your arm as I walked you home?" He laughed.
"It depends on the attitude you take with it. But I'll let it slide for now." I joked with him. The alcohol was still coursing through me and I could feel my mind getting foggier as I walked. I hadn't moved around much while I downed the drinks, one after the other, so it was just now fully hitting me.
"I'm glad you're so accepting of me, Princess." He was continuing to joke with me, our banter easy and filled with one joking jab after another. "Where are we going? Your place, mine, or a hotel?" He was really getting eager now, wasn't he?
"My place is right around the corner." I told him.
"Then your place it is."
