[Thank god. Tim waves his bandmates farewell, fishing his keys from the pocket of his jeans. He holds the door open for her and starts scouring the parking lot and its wash of orange streetlights for his car.]
[He flicks the button, and a car chirps somewhat distantly. He thrusts his hands back into his pockets and begins to walk.]
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[He flicks the button, and a car chirps somewhat distantly. He thrusts his hands back into his pockets and begins to walk.]
What's your address?