Jay knocked back his drink and didn't exactly stick around the bar, but he did set an alarm on his phone. "Well, my dear, I'll leave you to your work, and I'll be back to whisk you off your feet at 2:30~" he said with a wink as he paid for his tab and left her a decent tip--though he planned on leaving her a much better one later, if one were to catch his drift. With that, he moseyed out of the door, the pain in his face now long forgotten as he dipped into an alley, and moments later, a golden retriever wearing a backpack came trotting out. May as well enjoy the night air, right?

After a brisk night of mostly just lounging throughout the night, looking up at the stars and enjoying the breeze in his fur, his alarm told him it was getting close to two thirty, so he made his way back to the bar, just in time to hear her calling for him. The dog walked up to her with a bark and a tail wag before dipping back behind a dumpster and shifting back, said dumpster hiding his...assets.

"I'll be a second," he replied as he got dressed and stepped out in the clothes he'd worn prior. "Well then, shall we?"

Roxie was actually ready to give up for the night. Jay may have changed his mind. It wouldn’t have been the first time that one of her conquests got cold feet at the last minute. In the time that the charismatic younger man left her presence, he could have easily gotten tangled up in the bedsheets of some airheaded bimbo looking to piss off daddy.

Hrm. The more she thought about it, the more it actually started to irritate her. Jay was handsome, played the whole roguish-musician type really well. He could have easily decided that Roxie wasn’t worth waiting for. While the thought of that was a bit depressive, it also carried with it a possible reality -- one that was upsetting to even consider valid. But there it was. Was there another explanation?

Her armed crossed her chest, leather jacket squeaking momentarily in protest. But she didn’t allow her thoughts to get away from her for much longer. After she called out and waited mere moments, her solitude was invaded by the soft padding of a beautiful dog. The Golden Retriever trotted up to her, tail wagging before issuing forth a small bark. The sight brought a smile to Roxie’s lips as she knelt down to pet the out-of-place animal, but stopped when it moved away from her, slinking behind a dumpster.

”Hey...puppy…” she called out after it. However she was stopped when a very real, very human voice rang.

>>"I'll be a second...Well then, shall we?"

Roxie was clearly confused. She stopped in her tracks, fist clenched as she imagined all sorts of scenarios involving some altercation with a homeless individual. Her fears quickly changed to questioning when Jay stepped out from behind the same dumpster, pulling on some clothing. She wasn’t a genius, but even she could piece two-and-two together -- but she would play things coy at first.

”Jay,” she said with a suspicious smile. ”There you are. I was about to send the dogs out after you.” Another pause before she nodded to his final question. ”Yes, of course. Gotta admit, I’m surprised you kept the date. Wondered if you’d manage to stay occupied this long. Did you...find something to entertain yourself?”