I forgot to give you your money. If you feel up to it, get somebody to drive ya over here.
Jagger looked at the text he'd just received from Bianca. He'd purposely not reminded her of the money as she had left. He was hoping to see her again as soon as possible. Getting up gingerly out of his chair, he wandered to the living area of the clubhouse to see who all was around.
“Layne! Just the man I want to see."
He and Layne had prospected together, but Jagger had moved up in the club faster. “Hey, how you doin'? Ribs okay?" Layne asked.
“Dude, they hurt like a motherfucker, and I can't ride my bike. That's what I was coming to ask you, by the way. Can I get a ride over to Wet Wanda's?"
“I am always down for going over there. Sure."
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Layne's giving me a ride over. See you soon.
