Plus One
He interlocks his fingers with Quinn's, tugging her toward the sidewalk.
"I'll call you in the morning!" she hollers, giggling.
"Ya, ya," I mumble, looking down the street for the cab. I feel sick, I hope it hurries up.
"Ma'am, I can't have you out front." I turn, finding a bouncer looking at me angrily. He's big and round, and has one big braid down the middle of his back. He has a nametag on, informing his name is Gag. I laugh. "Something funny?" he asks, bored.