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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[callmeemily]

"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.

[astra_inclinant]

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.