Brax POV
“I can’t believe we got kicked out of the strip club,” Bash muttered.
“Kicked out is better than getting arrested,” Ezra said.
Bash was pacing in front of the club, waiting for Becky to come out, but Brax guessed that wasn’t going to happen. The girl looked mortified.
“Come on, Becky, pick up,” Veronica sighed, hanging up.
“Why don’t we just go to her apartment in the morning?” Brax suggested. “Come on, Bash. Let’s order some room service and relax.”
Bash sighed, looking like his dog had just died. “But she’s all alone. And she might think that… I hate her or something.”
“Would you… like me to text her? Tell her you’re not angry? Or would you like to do it yourself?” Veronica asked, holding out her phone.
Bash nodded and took it, hesitating before he started to type.
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