While Reid poured the drinks, Zooey pulled a sleeping Mr.Williamson out from her bag. He resisted groggily, and she set him down on the sofa, where he rolled over onto his back, and continued his napping.

Reid came back, and handed Zooey a martini glass and sat opposite her, sipping on scotch.

“Ooh, this looks so delicious I could just dance without abandon,” Zooey said taking a sip, “And it is. Reid, you are a marvelous bartender.” She sunk back into the chair, and they shared a content silence, sipping occasionaly.

“We could really use some music,” Reid said, draining his scotch, and standing up to leave momentarily. He came back holding a record and a smile on his face. Zooey hadn’t noticed the retro soundsystem next to the fake ficus plant that had been obscuring its view.

He dropped the needle and after a few scratches, loud music filled the room. Zooey instantly recognized the song and jumped up.

“Raw Power!” She screamed, and began to dance without abandon, dragging Reid along with her.