Ah, to hell! Go clubbing.

After driving aimlessly around the city, pondering your options and still not finding any solution, you almost start to despair. Almost. Instead, there's a sudden rush of recklessness flooding through you. Why are you running away from your misery anyway? Why brooding over those problems and longing after Dave? To hell with all of this - it's Friday evening, you can just as well go out and dance through the night. You don't have a place to sleep anyway.

You turn around your car and head to the entertainment district. It's time to take back control of your life.