"So why are we at Sinema again?" Liam asked as we pushed our way through the crowd of people dancing around us. "Does Olivia know?"
"Sort of." I say as I looked around. "I said that I was with you...just wasn't specific."
He raised a brow. "That's new for you to lie."
"Yeah well, it was important." I say until my eyes finally land on Hayden, seeing her walk around with glowsticks on the platter. "Found her."
"Wait, Hayden?" He emphasized before he quickly shook his head. "Nuh-uh. She could barely stand me since I still owe her money." He digs inside his pockets before handing twenty dollars. "Give this to her. I'll be at the bar until you're done." He says before splitting away from me.
I walk up to Hayden and see she held a look of annoyance as one of the random partygoers approached her. "My glow stick broke." He said as he held the non-lit stick in his hand.
"No," Hayden grabbed the stick from his hand. "it ran out of the glow. They don't last forever."
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The guy narrowed his eyes. "Can I have my money back?"
I shake my head with disbelief and quickly approach the two. "Hey, do you drive a Dodge Charger?"
He furrowed his brows in confusion. "Yeah, why?"
"It's getting towed." I lie, pointing to the door behind him which causes his eyes to widen. "For twenty bucks I could tell you which company took it."
"You're bluffing."
My eyes trail to the keys clipped onto his pants, seeing that the keychain was yellow. "It's yellow, isn't it?"
He's hesitant for a moment until he digs his hand into his pocket, pulling out the bill and placed it in my hand with a huff. "Alright, what is it called?"
I innocently smile. "Phil Johnson's tow truck company. They close pretty soon so you better get going."
"No, no, no. I'm coming for you honeybee!" He cried out as he sprinted off to the exit.
"I didn't need your help, you know." Hayden spoke as soon as he left. "How'd you know he drove a Dodge Charger anyway?"
I snort. "I didn't. I just made a lucky guess about what car he drives." I say and the corners of her mouth perk up a bit. "How's work?"
"Terrible. He's mainly one of the reasons why I hate all-ages night." She muttered before she gestured to the platter. "I only sold three glow sticks."
"That reminds me," I hold out the forty dollars for her to grab until my eyes widen in realization, quickly pulling out another twenty from my pocket. "Sixty dollars"
"Phoebe," She sighed as she rolled her eyes in annoyance. "I told Liam already that I didn't want your guys' money."
"I mean, you made it clear that he owed you two-hundred so the least I could do is help the both of you out."
