[He mentally resigns himself to the fact that it will be him keeping track of bills and whatnot. Whatever, that's fine. He'd mastered the ability to balance all of those things without a thought thousands of years ago. He snags his glass on the way out.]

Oh yes, you're driving. I've got to put my face back on. [...Plus he's drunk. He tosses his keys to her as he walks out of the theater, frowning as he tugs his jeans up. He digs into the back seat and finds.. trousers and a belt still looped into it. He separates the two and belts his pants up before taking a seat in the passenger side. It takes him a moment to find a comfortable way to sit with his tail.]

These— Damn tails! I half considered wearing a dress today.