Hayden is there, leaning against the doorway in the dingy hallway. She sticks out her tongue, "You see me?"
"You stick out like a popsicle babe, how couldn't I?" Jade says.
"Yeah, that spot all the way back there, half-buried under that sweaty dude, that's where I end up when 'somebody' doesn't score a freebie."
"I'll be sure to drop you front row center every night as soon as I hit the bigtime, promise."
"Keep screwing up the lyrics to 'Anarchy' and you'll be stuck here with little ol' me and my tiny tat shop forever. And that wouldn't be so bad, would it?" She draped her arms around Jade. "But you're cute when you dream big, don't stop." She planted a quick one on Jade's cheek. "Okay, enough sappy bullshit for one night, huh. Got time for some fun?"
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