[The cigarette is taken and she enjoys it a little before holding a hand out for him to help her to her feet. Once they're both up and going she takes her last drag from the cigarette and tosses the remains onto the dock to put out with the toe of her shoe.]

It feels like it was years ago we left it...somewhere. Come on, let's just head back the way we came. We'll have to find it sooner or later.

[The only issue with her optimism is the fact she can't exactly remember the way they came. Everything's a colorful and fun blur. Which is great, only she's pretty sure that they could easily walk around for a day or two and never find his bike. It's a good thing the sky at this hour is so pretty, like a dark watercolor painting growing in vibrancy. Otherwise she might really be freaking out.]

Did we leave it parked near the club? We were definitely at a deviant club earlier.