You: a little sweaty from grinding shoulders and hips and trying desperately to get that last $20 out of your pocket to reach it toward a bartender. Them: hard same. You did enjoy charismatic people taking the stage, heating up the room and acing karaoke. Hell, maybe one of you was one of them! But it’s winding down, and you’ve had enough music. You’re ready to hear noises emanating from someone’s mouth a little closer. Like... real close. Meet them in the parking lot, and don’t flinch if you notice someone else exiting or arriving. As far as you know, they’re out there waiting for someone—and their tongue.