The all-expenses-paid trip to Detroit is more fun than Layla expected. (Well, still.) There’s actually a great theater scene; she sees an all-female Othello and doesn’t even hate it.
Afterwards she finds the cast at a bar where the waiters wear corseted jackets and set your coffee on fire. Whiskey and caffeine stretch her judgment like Silly Putty, and she ends up making out with Iago in her hotel jacuzzi. Iago’s leftover stage mascara runs in the steam.
Layla goes to the bar again, but it’s too early, and the jackets are shiny with wear at the edges.