[It's hot. Eli's tied her hair up and out of her face to deal with the heat. And it's probably a little too early in the evening for Eli to be at a bar, but she's determined to find a spot in the city where she's positive she won't run into anyone she knows. Not that she knows many people...

No one bothers to check her ID before letting her in. Just as Eli finds an empty spot- bordered by two other empty spots- she realizes holy shit I know that guy-- and fuck that's the fucking Boxes teacher. After her brief panic, she shrugs it off, assuming he either won't notice or won't care, and she orders just a glass of seltzer water.]