"I doubt the bartenders would let anyone walk off with actual drinks, having someone to look out for us and discourage anyone else from bothering us would be nice," Rachel agreed as she walked with Bridget and Karl toward the exit doors.  She was surprised Bridget hadn't turned down Karl's offer of the escort, but maybe she felt unnerved by what had happened, and thought it smart not to go to their with only another woman for company.  Besides, it was late, and you never knew who might be lurking, especially outside of a bar.<br/><br/>"I'm willing, assuming we can find a place we're all agreeable to," she said, hoping the next time would go better.  She wondered why Karl would ask both of them, but maybe he was still exercising politeness, or perhaps even he hadn't made up his mind which one of them he was interested in, and wanted a chance to get to know both of them a little better first.<br/><br/>She opened the passenger door, and was just about to climb in when the car refused to start.  She gave Bridget a surprised look, not expecting the car to decide to be contrary, tonight of all nights especially.  She frowned, wondering what they were going to do, and feeling awkward that Karl had had to witness the mishap.  She supposed she should be grateful he hadn't yet left, but she didn't want to be an inconvenience either.  Maybe they could call a cab to come pick them up or something.