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."