Jake Randolph in "Requiem For A Stripper" Pt. 172

I was afraid that my statement had dampened the mood for what I had planned later that night, but I understood that she was upset.

We got to my apartment at about 1:15 in the morning. I showed her around, which took about ten seconds, and she dropped on the couch.

"I'm exhausted," she said as she put her face down on one of the pillows.

"I'm pretty tired myself. Fancy a drink?"

She gave a muffled no with her face still down on the pillow.

"I don't think I do either," I said as I plopped down beside her...