Eventually the closing call came, and the staff began herding people towards the exits. Ragnar the Viking and his barbarian compatriots had to manually escort a few loud and drunk patrons out the door, but for the most part the exodus from the club went in a smooth and orderly fashion.
Outside the club Jason stood still for a moment letting the cool October air clear his lungs when he suddenly felt Dani tugging at his sleeve.
"Jason," she moaned in a slurring voice. "I feel... strange... the ground is moving..."
Jason looked at her and frowned.
"You're drunk Dani. The booze must have caught up with you after all. Maybe it's the cold that did it."
"The pr... pretty c***s are... doing this to me?"
"Yep, that's how they usually work if you drink too many. Apparently on you too."
Jason
