Fiddling with the clasp on your heels, you murmured a curse. These stupid shoes always gave you hell. If they didn't look so damn good, then you wouldn't gotten rid of them by now. Finally getting the straps on, you stood up straight. It was worth it. The shoes perfectly matched your dress. They really did pull the entire outfit together.

Now, only the final touches were left. You quickly added a pair of earrings and grabbed your purse before walking out of the room. You spotted Buck lounging on the couch. He smiled, eyes drinking you in, as he watched you grab your coat.

Girls night out was a tradition. Even once you and Buck had began dating, you still went out for drinks with your best friends at least once a month. He might get jealous on occasion, but he wasn't the controlling type.

"You sure that you don't want me to drop you off?" Buck asked for the umpteenth time that night. "It's really no trouble."

Its not that he didnt trust you to drive yourself. Its just that he liked being near you for as long as he could be. And, he knew that you'd end up having to Uber by the end of the night. You'd always been quite careful to not drive if you'd had anything to drink.