Charles followed her to the bar in a daze, and after a long internal debate, he ordered a single vodka shot as well, downing it just after she had set her shot glass down. He was beginning to toe the line between very buzzed and a little drunk, one Nina had crossed probably an hour ago or more. He glanced warily at Nina's sisters, wondering if they would object... It seemed she wanted to get out of that bar before any of her sisters would even notice. So of course he obediently followed, his head facing the lacquered dance floor in an attempt to not gather the attention of any of her mother hen's. He pressed the heavy bar door open and walked into the cool night air, leaving Frank with one less audience member.<br/><br/>He spotted her just a few feet away and made his way towards her, resting one gentle hand on her shoulder. "Kudos to you for being your own woman," he said, as his other hand slid down to wrap around hers, their fingers intertwining. "So what's on your mind? Coffee, like they suggested?" Of course Charles didn't think she was being very rebellious if she was just going to head to the diner with him, in hopes of caffeine and calories. Not far from where they had just departed, his sky-blue pickup waited... He had a good idea that he could drive it without getting into a crash, especially considering how sleepy Aberdeen was tonight. There would hardly be any traffic... And besides, he wasn't really hammered.