( oh, yeah. he's "enjoying the night", alright. enjoying the night, more like enjoying the buzz off whatever he's been drinking thus far in the evening. her money's on whiskey, if he's been at mahogany — but more importantly, she knows that whatever it's been, there's been way too much for him to get behind the wheel of a car. absolutely way too much. kimberly's seen a few too many melodramatic madd commercials to ever risk it. )

A drive? ( act cool. totally chill. no reason to spook the drunken man. ) Why don't we... walk instead? It's a nice night, you know, we can walk a little. Get some fresh air.

( she doesn't shy away from his touch, but she does reach out to take his hand, pulling him gently towards the street. away from the car, really. )

Come on, Baby, come walk with me.