“You want to go where?” Ada asks coolly, raising a brow. She studies you carefully, letting out a small sigh when she realizes how serious you’re being about this request. She gets to her feet, reaching for her coat. “A club? Isn’t there anywhere else you want to spend a Friday evening?” It isn’t that Ada thinks she would have a hard time watching over you at the upscale nightclub you’d like to visit. No, she doesn’t mind “babysitting” you. She just doesn’t want to carry your drunk ass home.