"How long is the checklist?" Cass raised an eyebrow. "Yes, for like people who do sales and invent shit to dance around and hit the open bar and eat finger food. They are paying good as fuck. That's our vacation fund, baby. And some rent money." Cass had to grin at that if only because her mother had sworn she wouldn't make any money being a DJ full time. "You wanna come with me? It's supposed to be on a rooftop."
"Well removing the aforementioned items it's about...3 items long. Oh I'm all about squeezing all you can out of the harbingers of rainbow capitalism. It also does something when you start sounding like my sugar mama so yeah I'll come. But you have to step away from the booth and give me at least one dance."
















