At coat check, you grab your purse and put a denim jacket over your flowy purple tank. You exit the club and are left to gaze at a dark, secluded street. It’s quiet. Too quiet for comfort. You would take the subway, as a station is just nearby, but the usual track home has been undergoing construction lately, and besides: you spent practically all your money on shots for you, Gina and Derrick. You mosey up to the corner, checking both ways (not that there are any cars anyways) before you cross the street. Do you go left (link to Page 3) or right? (link to Page 18)