She pouted and smiled, stepping forward to hold Henry Sullivan's arm: "Mister, you came out so quickly."
"What, haven't had enough fun yet?"
Ivy Miller stuck out her tongue: "No, it's just... um, I thought you and your friend, reunited after a long time, might not have had enough fun yet."
Henry Sullivan pointed towards the door: "Come home with me."
"Okay," she said goodbye to a few friends and then dejectedly followed behind Dylan Moore out of the bar.
As soon as they stepped out, he reached out to hail a cab, while she stood ten meters away, not daring to get closer, because as soon as they left the bar, his face darkened.
Ivy Miller stood at a distance, and a drunken man stumbled out of the bar towards her.
The man reached out to pull Ivy Miller's arm: "Hey little lady, long night ahead, how about joining me for a drink and a chat?"
Ivy Miller struggled a bit but couldn't break free: "Hey, who do you think you are? Don't mess around."