“Wait,” I said after him. He stopped and looked back at me. “How much are they betting?” He shrugged, pulling out his keys. “A hundred bucks.” “And what about you? You’re not in on this bet?” He shook his head. “That’s not my thing.” “No? Well, what if I left with you? Would you win the money?” He wrinkled his forehead at me. “I don’t follow.” “I think I’m going to leave anyway. You could walk out with me. Win the bet.” He smiled. “You’d do that?” I shrugged. “Sure.” He glanced over at the men across the room. Carhartt Jacket was holding a guitar. Daniel’s eyes came back to mine, and a smile
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