<strong>Kyle at the Bar</strong><br/><br/>Fumbling with his car keys, he found things a little difficult with Kassie holding onto him but he was not about to complain.  As soon as they were in and she mentioned his place, blood rushed out of his brain and he felt a little woozy.  Licking his lips and trying to regain some composure he said, "I...I don't think that should be a problem."  His folks might be home but his mom would have to be in bed by now and Dad would probably be looking after her.  It wasn't that long a drive until he pulled into his parking lot.<br/><br/>As he helped her out of the car, he put his finger to his lips and had to stifle a laugh.  This was ridiculous; he would have felt like he was back in high school except he never had the chance to sneak any girls in.  After a minute of shuffling about, they made their way into his cramped basement, his film stuff still half unpacked.  "Well," he announced, "here we are."