Alright, now this is where the party is really at. Loud music is thumping through the place, bright colored lights flashing from a very small rig in the corner. It's not exactly a state of the art Discoteca but the music and liquor are flowing and so Raleigh can't find it in himself to care.

At the moment Raleigh is at the bar, leaning up with a shot of...something pressed to his lips in a plastic shot glass before he hears the song change and throws said shot up into the air.

"SWEET HOME ALABAMA!" He screeches along in time, immediately throwing himself into the throes of the crowd, shot splashing out and onto whatever poor unfortunate soul is closest.