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There's no reason for her to go out. It's not a birthday, or a reason to celebrate. Instead? Raleigh's bored. She's bored, and she'd mentioned it to Les, and that's why she's going out tonight. She can hear the music thumping more than a block away from the club, and her heels click on the sidewalk.

She's taken the potions that Joel makes for her so that her leg doesn't hurt, and it's no surprise that with what she's wearing and the way she smiles at the bouncer, she gets in without having to pay cover.

It's after she's inside that she fires off texts to her friends, finds herself a drink at the bar, and scopes out the crowd. It's times like this that she realises that being nice doesn't really get you anywhere - and sometimes, not being the polite, sweet baker isn't exactly how you have fun.

OOC: Open to everyone as a gathering! Hang out with Raleigh, each other, whatever! Note, she's at about half-soul-sucked, so she may be acting a bit oddly. Set for Saturday night.

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Sylvie feels too old and too strange in this town to go clubbing, but they've also been through a weird couple of weeks, so when she gets Raleigh's text she figures what the hell, and goes with it. She may not know very many people, but maybe this is the perfect place to try and talk to some new people, to be someone other than Coop's weird French ex.

So, she dons her little black dress and goes out. It's not hard to find Raleigh at the bar, and she looks different almost, more relaxed somehow. It's a far cry than the last time Sylvie had seen her, being harassed by some asshole in the street, and she's glad. She nudges her way next to her at the bar and orders herself a drink. "Okay, I'm here, you win."

"I win? Then you drink." Raleigh beams at Sylvie, and snags the extra glass beside her to pass to her friend, even before the bartender's had the chance to give her her own drink. "I mean, I'm already two glasses in, so you need to catch up." She holds up her own drink in a mock salute, to cheers with Sylvie; because they're going to have a good night, come hell or high water. That's the plan, and Raleigh fully intends to see it through.

Les receives her text message around 8 o'clock, even though he was lucky enough to get a phone call too. It's late. It's the weekend, and he would very much like to see what Corry's up to tonight. However, Raleigh isn't one to just head out to a club on most nights, and he would actually feel bad turning down the invitation.

He puts on a quick pair of jeans and a reasonably clean t-shirt, and then he finds the club she mentioned in the text message. Unlike her, the bouncer makes him pay the cover. Once he's inside, he spends a few minutes searching the building. Finally he spots her.

"Hey, hot stuff. Where's my drink?" he says in greeting.

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"Damn straight," she says with a grin - she is hot stuff, and she leans back to pluck the second glass off the bar and hold it out to him. "Catch up, you're two drinks behind." Her eyes dance with humor, and her eyes scan the crowd for a second before they come back to focus on Les. "I'm glad you made it out," she admits with a smile. "Honestly, I have no idea how many other people will bail on me, but whatever. Their loss, right?"

She nods to the bartender, then to Les. "I'll get his next drink on my tab," she flashes a smile, and the bartender nods, looking expectantly at Les.

"Just a beer," Les tells the bartender, who quickly fishes out a bottle from somewhere and hands it over to him, already opened. He takes a swift gulp or two before turning his attention back to her. "So. Is there something to tonight? Or are we just drinking to our own awesomeness?" he asks, not actually caring either way, but he is curious what her sudden invitation intended.

"My awesomeness," she says matter-of-factly, but then she looks over at him and concedes, "and yours. I was bored. And I shouldn't have to be alone just because it's the weekend." Smiling at him, Raleigh takes another sip of her drink, and then scans the bar. "And you're my company, so there we go. Right? It just sort of makes sense." She doesn't even sound like she's really asking, just kind of.... affirming. "Consider it pre-pay for the cake lessons," she says with a smile. It's a trade. Nevermind that normally, she'd just do it because she felt like it.

"I didn't realize I had to pay for those," Les says with a smile, but he shrugs anyway lifting his bottle of beer and giving her drink a toast. Raleigh appears to be in good spirits tonight, and Les is always to see his friend in a good mood. He doesn't know what brought on this celebratory mood, but he's not one to question things. "Alright, to your awesomeness. I don't mind keeping you company for awhile. I had just gotten off work when I got your text," he says taking a sip of his beer.

"Eh, you know. Favor for a favor," she said with a wave of her hand, looking over at Les. "Well, then, thanks for coming out. I mean, I understand why you'd want to, I've got drinks with you name on them, and I'm a pretty kickass dancer." She's smiling, and she clinks her glass against his.

"So, Les. Tell me something. How come you don't just like, turn everything gold or money or whatever?" There's no transition or introduction -- just from zero to money, and she looks over at him with raised eyebrows. "I mean, you could, right?"

"I could do a lot of things," Les responds letting his smile widen when she asks him about money. "Just because I can, doesn't mean I should." Besides now he has a job that actually pays him very decently, why would he need to use magic to make himself rich? Rewind a three or four years ago and he barely had enough for a decent apartment or furniture or food. He didn't use his magic to make money then either. "If I start using my magic to get every single thing I want, I would...I dunno. Turn into Nerium. And I really don't wanna have to go live in the woods."

"But why shouldn't you?" She shrugs as she looks over at him. "I mean, you're not stupid enough to be Nerium." Well, there's times that she wonders if Les actually experiences the world the way other people do, but that doesn't mean he's stupid. Much. "But I know you could... I don't know. Donate it to charity. To buy a Lamborghini. Whatever." She paused, and then her eyes narrowed a bit. "I mean, there's a lot of people in Siren Cove who are're just... poor, and stuff. Why don't you make money for them?"

She rolls her shoulder into a shrug as she looks back out at the dance floor. "I mean, unless you just don't care about poor people - that's totally valid. There's a bunch of them who hang around the store, and I used to give them free coffee." Not anymore - she's got other things to do, and why should she give them coffee? It cost her money, and just having them around cost her business.

"Look, no offense or anything, but you are speaking figuratively. What you would do if you had powers," Les says turning to place his beer down on the bar counter as he gives her a look. "It's different if you have them. If you have to deal with the consequences. Even good spells can go wrong."

He was raised by a witch. A great witch. What he can do today, she could do when she was alive, and she never taught Les to do the things Raleigh is talking about and it's not like they didn't have problems. She could've used it to make herself rich, get rid of her addictions, make Neal come back to her. She didn't though.

"Not only that, but I'm not a superhero. If I went around using all that magic, I'd probably put myself in the hospital from exhaustion," he says.

Mira gets the texts a little late, but she's curious that Raleigh's the one instigating clubbing, and from the tone of the text she thinks she's still going to be partying. Mira throws on the closest to club-appropriate she has handy and heads over, paying cover.

She spots Raleigh and grins in surprise at the outfit. Raleigh may not be that kind of attracted to girls, and Mira's over the fact, but that doesn't mean she can't appreciate her attractive friends. It does make her wonder what's up, a little. "Hey, gorgeous," she says to her from behind, catching up at the bar. "What's the occasion?"

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"Mira!" Raleigh doesn't even hesitate before she turns on her stool to hug her friend, holding her legs out of the way. "You look perfect." It's high praise, but fitting considering that they both dress up nice. "The occasion is that I was bored, and you're great." The reason's remarkably succinct, and Raleigh holds out the extra drink that's just been waiting for her to show up. "Here. And that girl is totally checking you out. And you should sit because these heels are mostly sitting shoes until I've had enough to drag you onto the dance floor." She's still smiling, and she crosses her legs at the knee, taking a sip of her Jack and Coke.

Mira leans up to hug her, grinning. "Perfect?" she laughs. "Clearly I need to think less more often."

"Tha- wait, who?" Mira takes a drink to try and cover looking instinctively, and slides onto the stool beside Raleigh, regathering her dignity.

"They are great shoes, though."

"Perfect." She grinned wider, and then rolled her eyes when Mira tried to sneak a look. "The one with the hair, by the door?" The one with the hair could only mean the girl with the waist-length, bright pink hair who was leaning against the door. "I don't know if she's your type, though. What is your type? Hard to wing-woman if I don't know what you're looking for, right?"

She wiggles one of her heels at the compliment. "Thanks! I figured I couldn't wear this unless I had the shoes to go with it, too. You know? It's the whole picture that I'm going for."

"Oh, okay, with the hair," Mira deadpans back at her, but she knows who she must be talking about. "Really?" She smiles into her drink, sitting up a little straighter and crossing her legs.

"She's not not my type," she says appreciatively with a more subtle glance back. She's almost a little too similar to The Ex, but that's not her fault. "My type..." She tries to think about what the people she's had crushes on have in common, swirling her drink in her glass.

"It's more a personality type, I think," she decides. "You know -- sweet, passionate about things they love, a little braver than I am. Touch-y gets extra points. I mean, I'm sure there is a looks type," Mira adds, leaning her head on one hand, "but. I don't know what it is. What about you? I mean, if you're my wing-woman, it's only fair to reciprocate." She runs through Raleigh's crushes in her head. "I mean, we could probably just single out half the guys in here based on quality of cheekbones and how well they clean up," she points out.

"You make quite the picture," she grins, "so I think you're on the right track."

Raleigh rolls her eyes. "You know what I mean." She raises her brows when Mira clearly collects herself, and she smiles, too. "I mean, she's pretty, and she's sort of staring, so either she's super into you, or she thinks she knows you or something." Leaning her elbows back on the bar, Raleigh looks completely at ease in the club - which is odd, considering that she used to be worried about what people thought of her. "I don't have the psychic-fortune telling ball to know if she's a good person, but she totally looks like she wants to take you home, that's all I'm saying."

That's before Mira asks about her, and Raleigh rolls her eyes when Mira points out the cheekbone-clean-up thing. "God, I swear, it's like... I have no idea when I lost my mind and decided that guys like...." She pauses and then nods towards a guy who looks like the very definition of a player. "That, that I'm not into them. Consider that list revised." Not that she'd actually ended up going home with any of them yet, because they'd been gross, but Raleigh's spent more time making out with guys in bars in the last two weeks than any other time in her life.

"And thanks. I know. It's not like I wear these shoes for nothing, you know?"

Mira laughs, blushing a little and tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, glancing at the girl. "You're talking yourself out of a partner in clubbing, lady," she informs her, but she's not so much into the flirting with people she doesn't know. Well, that's a lie: she hadn't known Genevieve at all before the warehouse rave. In retrospect she feels like that was another Mira, one that makes stupid, rash decisions, but it's turned out pretty well in the name of running flirtations and maybe a little more than that. So maybe not stupid.

"Anyway, I'd open my mouth and a girl like that would get bored immediately," she excuses her own shyness.

She does sort of raise an eyebrow at Raleigh and glance at the guy. "Yeah?" She takes a drink. "I mean, don't get me wrong, books, covers, etc, but." She leans on the bar. "I think you could do better," she revises. The guy looks like the skeezes at every crew party she'd been to in four years of college, only without the polish that the crew team and their friends tended to pretend they had. Even if Raleigh's looking for something more...attainable in her choice of guys, Mira's experiences with that crowd makes her distinctly concerned.

Raleigh looks like she's suddenly been handed a pedestal, anyway. It's a little weird, her new blase attitude, and Mira is determined to figure out what the catalyst is, but regardless, she feels Raleigh could probably have her pick. Not that Mira's biased at all.

She laughs awkwardly, not sure where to go with that. "But can you dance in them," she retorts with a smile.

"Hey, you're going to stay," Raleigh infors her, just before she says she opens her mouth and the girl'd get bored, and Raleigh rolls her eyes. "Don't be like that, it's lame. I know you're great, you know you're great. If she gets bored, she's stupid."

She made a face when Mira says she can do better. "Eugh, not you too. I just- maybe i just want to do, not do better." Pushing herself off the chair, she snags Mira's hand. "C'mon, I'll show you just how I can dance," she says with a slow smile.

Mira isn't sure if she's gratified at being told to stay, or a little annoyed at having that decided so forcefully. "Oh am I?" she snarks, smirking. "Good to know." When Raleigh rolls her eyes, though, she just laughs. "Yeah, I guess." The sentiment sounds almost exactly like the first roommate she'd had in college, who'd almost forcibly dragged her into socializing. "I'm sorry, that was fishing a little, wasn't it? I am great. My nerditude is also great." She takes a long swallow of drink.

She does frown a little, wondering where all of this came from. "It's not that I don't get that -- I do, it's just." She makes a face. "I don't want you getting hurt," she says, the impact of it totally undone by Raleigh sliding down neatly and reaching for her hand with a flirtatious smile. Mira blinks, taking her hand and pushing herself down. She can feel her pulse doubletime, just a little, and she shoves at it. Stupidity. She hides it with a laugh. "I have to warn you, I have incredibly high dance standards," she says faux-seriously.

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