Kendall stumbles into the back room of the nightclub. The pills Stewy gave him are taking effect, he feels more confident than usual as he pushes the woman who pulled him in here up against the wall.
"I don't have, uh," he mumbles between kisses.
"What?" She pulls back to look at him. "Condom? I got one."
"No. I actually, uh, don't have any cash. I mean, I don't really carry any. I have cards, but I'm guessing you don't take those." He trails off at the look on her face, realising his mistake too late. "Oh. Oh no, I'm sorry—"
"You thought I was…" She looks more amused than angry.
"I'm so sorry," he says, sober with mortification. "Stewy said—"
"No Kendall, I'm not getting paid for this. I just found you attractive. Is that so hard to believe?"
"No. I mean yes. I mean, uh, can we just rewind?"
"Why don't I fix us a drink?" she suggests, looking over her shoulder. "I do work here. I have some bottles hidden away."
"Sure. Okay." He tries to regain his composure. As he watches her open a cupboard under the desk and take out a bottle and two glasses, something occurs to him. "Hey, how'd you know my name?"
"Everyone knows who you are." She shrugs. "You're Logan Roy's son."
"Right." He suddenly feels completely sober. He wonders how his dad would feel if he knew Kendall was here, in the back of a club with some singer. Impressed or not? Maybe, with how Logan and the wolf pack talk about the women they've been with.
She approaches him, smiling, and hands him a glass. He still doesn't know her name, but suddenly he doesn't care.
"Cheers, Kendall." She clinks glasses with him.
"Cheers."
