To Be a Gentleman

No expense spared on
some drink too much too soon to think.
I've had full attention with the intention of
cashing in as I leave with this lass I just might.
What's her name again?

And as we walk back she talks
back of herself but the words are feeling forced.
I try and show interest by making the eye
contact but I'm thinking other thoughts.
She opens the door for me. "No please, after you."
Who said that chivalry was dead?
When my clothes spend nights
on these floors it's unfamiliar.