Adrian had mixed feelings about being threatened with his own promise.... [i]wait? did he make a promise? Yes... yes he did.[/i] And Josslyn didn't seem nearly as embarrassed about her questions as he thought a typical seventeen year old girl would be.

Thankfully, she finally commented on something that was not his penis as they parked, and walked the final way to the back-door of an unassumingly quiet nightclub. Inside was the foyer for workers to head off and wash their hands, further in was the kitchen, followed by the main-floor. Another side-way from the foyer led to changing-rooms and the main-stage originally for whoever was performing on a particular night; as the bar had switched to karaoke, the changing-rooms were open for use by Adrian for days he just didn't feel like risking a trip on the streets to his apartment.

As they passed through the already-lit kitchen they were greeted by the short-order cook who immediately recognized their boss, with a guest and stood attentive as he gave a special order for him: [color=a0410d]"Four eggs, deep fried; a side of cheese-curds and two pints for me and the miss. She'll be working here and I don't want her serving food on an empty stomach."[/color]

The chef  bowed and went straight to work as he led Joslyn by the hand away through to the main-floor and to a secluded crescent-shaped booth while taking both pints from the bar, allowing her to sit first before entering from the opposite side.

[color=a0410d]"The food will be here shortly."[/color]

Joslyn couldn't help but blush when Adrian had taken her hand, though she couldn't exactly reason why that was. "Food sounds good," she said after a moment or two of trying to figure out if she should actually drink the beer he had gotten for her, "So, is it normal for you to just show up with a chick? The guy didn't really seem all that surprised that you had me in tow." Reaching forward, she grabbed one of the pints and sniffed at it before downing about a quarter of what was in the cup. She was still rather thirsty, and not at all pleased with her still damp clothing, but she wasn't sure if that would be something she could say to him.

Looking down at her person, she frowned when she noticed that her shirt and pants were hugging her body, not baggy like she usually liked them. [color=1a7b30]"So... um... do you have anything I could borrow for tonight if I am to be working? I can't walk around in wet clothing that is practically suction-cupped to my skin,"[/color] she pointed out.

Adrian nodded after considering what he could do on short notice, [color=a0410d]"I suppose I could offer you some of my spare clothes."[/color] He  mused, as he took a drink from his own pint, waiting for the food to be carried out to them promptly as one of the patrons tried to drunkenly belt-out some reworded lines from MDC before being boo'ed offstage.

[color=a0410d]"I mean, I have some clothes stored here. Not that I'm offering you the clothes I'm wearing now."[/color] He started to explain, noting that his own clothes weren't exactly bone-dry either. [color=a0410d]"There's a back-room where we came-in, second door on the left is mine. You can excuse yourself and go find something that fits while I wait for our food."[/color]