Let's get it started~

[callmeemily]

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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[sylviedevereux]

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."

[callmeemily]

"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.