Trish rolls her eyes, but drags the bartender over her shoulder and carries / drags him outside.<br/><br/>"Wanna go swimming, you said..." She mutters to the man's unconscious form, her voice reduced to grunts as she attempts to pull him along without doing more damage than she already has. "Should've just told you to piss off... never would've gotten myself into this damned mess."<br/><br/>It takes a few minutes, and a little "negotiating" with the man's body, but she finally manages to get him laid out in the back seat of the car.<br/><br/>"There."