<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Well if you ladies are leaving then please let me walk you to your car. I'll try to keep you safe from drink wielding maniacs." he said with a charming smile and the usual hint of a German accent. <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Bridget opened her mouth to protest, because, well, that was what she did. She had to bite her tongue to keep from saying something sarcastic. Karl had been nothing but pleasant to them the whole evening, and he didn't deserve her smartass remarks. She took a deep breath, and offered him a smile. "I guess it can't hurt to have an escort." she said. "In case the parking lot is crawling with drink wielding maniacs." she said.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">As he started to lead the ladies out of the club, Karl noticed Baldur just coming back into the club. His long time friend and human servant gave him a nod as if something had been completed and Karl wondered what it was that Baldur had been up to. The music continued to thump behind them as they made their way out of the club. "So ladies...Bridget, Rachel...perhaps we could try this again another time? Some place a little safer, where it doesn't rain mojitos."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Bridget took a deep breath of the fresh outdoor air, glad to be out of the club. Bridget looked over to Rachel to see what she thought about Karl's offer. It didn't escape her that he asked both of them, not just one of them. And used the word we, implying a group outing. Her brows furrowed in a bit of confusion. Maybe he just didn't want one of them to get jealous or upset or something? She still hadn't gotten a read on just which one of them he was interested in, honestly. "I, I don't know. Rachel? What do you think?" she asked. "We're this way..." she said, nodding toward the area of the parking lot where she'd parked her car. She fished her keys out of her purse as they walked, and twirled the key around her finger nervously. "I guess tonight wasn't the most ideal of circumstances." she stated. "So, I guess if Rachel is willing, I'd be willing to give this another shot." she said. She led them to her car and unlocked the driver's door. Her car was an older model Toyota that she'd inherited from one of her older brothers. It showed its age, but it still ran well and was reliable. She climbed in, and reached over to unlock the passenger side. "Well...thank you for walking us to the car." she told Karl. "Its certainly been an...interesting evening." she said. She got into the car and slid the key in the ignition. She turned the key and...nothing. No sputtering, no nothing. "What? C'mon..." she muttered to herself. She tried it again, pressing a little harder on the gas. Still nothing.  "Oh my god..." she muttered. She tried it again, with no change. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." she muttered. She whacked the steering wheel out of frustration, which of course didn't help anything. It seemed they were stuck.