come on, babe (why don't we paint the town?)

"Sounds lovely," Jack said. He started commenting about the color, some stupid, quippy remark, no doubt, but Claire was only half-listening as she stood to slowly unzip her pencil skirt.

Based on the way Jack cut himself off with an awkward cough halfway through his sentence, Claire had a feeling her phone had picked up the sound just fine.

(Or: Claire gets ready for a night out. Jack listens in. Part 1 of "and all that jazz.")