The Clubhouse? Sal looks curious, but she tries keeping herself on topic. And you know what? If she really had to allow herself to be dragged out here and have some semblance of fun, she's finding it hard to regret that it was Kenzi who did it.

She puts her petty irritations on the back-burner for now.

"Wealthy, generous patrons don't grow on fucking trees I guess," she says. "What about some shit like this? A fundraiser for the betterment of the community, or something saccharine like that, should get a few people fired up anyway."