This One Goes Out to All of the Lovers Out There, Part II

John led them into the club like he owned the place, nodding at the guards at the door as they sashayed on by.
"I have a private room, would you like to go in?" John asked, "Britney can come too, of course."
"Yes. We'd love to. Britney will probably have to stay with me the whole night, she can't really go out on her own," Allyson said.
"Nuuuhhhhhhhrrrrrrrr," said Britney.
"That's fine. Here it is, let's go in." He led them into a small, cozy room, filled with a few people who were all very happy to see John.
"Hey everyone. This is Allyson, I met her in line, and her friend Britney, she's a little "special,"' he said, the last part under his breath. Britney gathered herself for just a few seconds to lift her head and grunt and then went back to the drooling. Allyson sat Britney down on a couch and herself on a different couch, John came and sat next to her.
Fifteen minutes later, conversation was flowing and drinks were being served (except for Britney, of course, can't be giving drinks people with special circumstances). John was still sitting next to Allyson, talking, Allyson couldn't help but notice that her hand had inexplicably migrated onto his thigh, and he would touch her shoulder every time he laughed at something she said.
"Hey," he said, "Would you like to dance?"
Allyson nodded and they stood up, he took her hand and led her out onto the dance floor. Britney, now that John was out of sight, sat up, shook her head and struck up conversation with the couple next to her.
Out on the dance floor it was really noisy and Allyson was having a blast although John could hardly dance, his enthusiasm made up for it. She was pretty sure that at least once during the night she was both dancing with John and grinding with who she could have sworn was Jason Segel from How I Met Your Mother. An hour later, still on the dance floor she head the DJ make the Last Call and start up the final song, a slow jam to calm everyone the heck down. It was Mariah Carey's latest, Touch My Body.
"This one goes out to all the lovers and losers out there," the DJ said, "Have fun, be safe, don't drink and drive."
John looked at Allyson, took her hand and led her back onto the dance floor. Neither of them knew how to slow dance, but that was totally okay, Allyson couldn't have asked for anything more. After the song ended they went back to the room where most of the party had already left save Britney and some random dude who she was making out with. Allyson tapped her on the shoulder, she looked up, saw John and the drool started again.
"Eww," the random dude said, "Drooling is only okay on the second date." He got up and left.
Allyson collected their jackets and they walked out. John was a gentleman and asked if he should walk them to the car. Allyson said it wasn't necessary and that she had a fantastic night. It was then when John got down on one knee.
"Allyson," he said, "Hey, will you wait while I tie my shoe?" He tied them really quick and stood up. "Also, I would like your phone number."
"Oh, well, alright. It's 555-4380," she said, and wrote it down on his hand with a pen from her purse.
"I'll call you."
"Alright."
"Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
Once out of viewing range again, Britney snapped to life. "Allyson!" she screamed, "Alllllllyson! I can't believe I missed out on an entire night with John Krasinski!"
"Yeah," Allyson said, "I can't say I can complain, Drooly."
They got in the car and drove home.

TO BE CONTINUED