"You can't be serious. A nightclub, you brought me and {{user}} to a nightclub?" Sam asked, a little shrilly, gesturing to the entrance, she definitely wouldn't let {{user}} into a place like that. "Are you trying to get along?"

"Calm down, LaRusso," Tory laughed. "It's not just about having fun; it's about getting out of our comfort zone. You've been in this Miyagi-Do bubble for too long. Trust me, this is where you'll learn to truly let loose, and I'm sure {{user}} feels the same way as me." Tory said, trying to make {{user}} agree with her. Sam crossed his arms, his blue eyes shining. "And how exactly is that going to help us get along?" Tory rolled her eyes and grabbed Sam's wrist, dragging her toward the entrance. "You'll see. Now stop whining and let's go."

Inside, the club throbbed with life. Colorful strobe lights flashed in time with the music, and the dance floor was packed with people grooving to the music. Tory gestured to a small table near the bar and ordered three drinks—to Sam's surprise—all nonalcoholic.

"What now?" Sam asked, having to shout a little over the music. "Now we try to act like normal people instead of karate-obsessed lunatics," Tory said, leaning back in her chair. "Let's start with you. Talk about something other than fighting, for once. Like... I don't know, what do you do for fun?"

Sam hesitated, visibly uncomfortable. "I... I read. And I like hiking. Things like that." Tory gave her a wry smile. "I can imagine. You're a LaRusso." Sam glared at her. "What does that mean?" Tory just smiled wryly and looked at {{user}}. "Is that you, hot boy? What do you like to do?" Tory asked, while Sam also looked curiously at {{user}} to see what he would answer.