"See ya," she drawls, and she shuts the door behind him.

When she opens it again, it's just another entrance to the club, and not the end of the universe. She heads inside, going down a long, dark corridor, and emerges among the back rooms. Stepping into Eric's office and closing the door, she takes a change of clothes out of her travel bag and starts to undress.

Everything is quiet. Ginger will help her close up and then drive her home. And then maybe she might get at least a text from Eric before dawn? Maybe? Just to say he's okay? Or when he's coming home?

Goddammit. She's starting to worry again.