[center] Yvette nodded. "Thank you." She told him, sipping her water. She wondered when she'd become such a lightweight. "Do you have to wait for everyone to leave?" She asked. She wanted to stay with him, but she also couldn't wait to get home and fall asleep. She felt like the smallest step would trip her, and she didn't want to appear too drunk or too clumsy to him. She was suddenly very thankful she hadn't driven to the club; that would have been a mess. [/center]