"Carl, go inside. Get out of the rain and go have a good time and get another drink."

"No. There's the cab right there. Come on."

"I'm not going home with you. No way. Like I said. My fucking boyfriend is standing right inside that door!"

"You're not going home, because of your fucking boyfriend. You're coming home with me. Now. Let's go."

"You just want to fuck me."

Carl grabs my arm. "Now listen, Barb. I know you're pissed right now, but do not project Aaron's problems onto me! You got it?"

I look at him and sigh. "Okay."

"Now get in the cab and we'll talk about it." He pauses. "Okay?"

I look at the inviting yellow door. "Yeah. Okay."