"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.