Back at the Naughty Bunny, the rest of the group were enjoying themselves dancing and drinking. Country music was blaring through the speakers, and everyone was dancing along to a Dixie Chicks song. Calli and Tony were dancing close, their bodies touching at exactly the right spots. Calli reached her arms up and hooked them around Tony's neck, pulling his face close to hers. She whispered in his ear, "Let's get outta here baby. I wanna do some private dancin' for ya!" Tony looked around and saw that everyone else in their group were occupied, then looked back at Calli and nodded his head toward the door. Calli went to the table and finished her drink and Tony took one last drink of his beer. Calli tapped Carol on the shoulder and motioned to Tony and to the door. Carol knew what Calli was going to do, so she nodded and smiled. They would talk the next day.
Tony and Calli left the bar and went to his black Cadillac, parked across the street by Mark's Chevy Suburban. Tony opened the door for her and even buckled her seatbelt for her, just so he could kiss her as he buckled it. He closed the door and went around to the driver's side and got in. Calli placed her hand on his arm and asked him, "Honey, are you alright to drive?"
He nodded and said, "Yeah baby, I only had the one beer, and didn't even drink it all. I wanted to be able to drive you away from here when you were ready to go, and oh boy, am I glad I didn't drink a lot." He took her hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze, then started the car and left the parking lot. They drove to Tony's house, a few blocks away from the bar. He pulled the car into the garage and closed the garage door. They both got out of the car and Tony opened the door for her to go inside the house.