Tonight was date night. Not for Carter, though. No, no, no. It was date night for Carter’s girlfriend. She had scolded him when he called it her date night, insisting on clarifying that it was really just a girls' night out.

For as long as Carter could remember, {{user}} had this tradition with her friends: a monthly night out anywhere they fancied. Sometimes it was the club, like tonight, other times it was the cinema, a sleepover, or anything of the sort. But Carter didn’t mind. Of course he didn’t. Anything to make his sweet girl happy. If what made her happy was picking her up at 1 in the morning from their local club, then he’d do it without hesitation.

He heard her before he saw her, the familiar sound of her laughter and chatter with her friends. Not shocked when he saw two hands pressing on the driver's window, he slowly rolled it down, smirking lovingly at the light of his life. “Hello, baby,” he greeted softly, reaching one hand out the window, tapping his chin with his fingers. He watched as she ran around to the side of the car, his eyes quickly scanning the street to ensure there were no creeps in sight. Not that there probably would be anyway; they lived in a small town with an extremely low crime rate. But still, he worried.

As she climbed into the passenger seat, he caught a whiff of her fruity, sweet perfume mingled with the scent of alcohol. He couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at his lips, though he tried his best to hide it. He noticed the soft frown on her lips as her eyes flicked down to the treacherous heels she wore. Those death slopes, as he called them, always made him worry. He tsked softly, patting her thigh. “Come on. Pop ‘em up.” He instructed quietly. She placed her legs on his lap, and he quickly got to work, gently removing the heels. “How was your night, sweet girl?” He asked softly, his voice as tender and timid as usual.