"If you see my girlfriend, tell her I'm drinking responsibly." A Jersey guy, bright white sneakers, slick black hair, baggy buttondown and jeans, says it to a girl in green scrubs and and a puffy white coat. He's smoking outside Slainte in the rain, his white shirt reflected on the dark wet street.

She steps carefully over water pooling at the corner and laughs as she keeps walking.

"Of all the three million people in Philly to see," he says to his friend, when she's gone.