Lest we part on too lovey-dovey a note, I said, “Eric, when I’m back to being myself, I’m going to nail your ass for putting me in this position of being pledged to you.”
“Darling, you can nail my ass anytime,” he said charmingly, and turned to go back to his table. Pam rolled her eyes. “You two,” she said.
“Hey, this isn’t any of my doing,” I said, which wasn’t entirely true. But it was a good exit line, and I took advantage of it to leave the bar.