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Sinking down into an empty seat, Paige leant a little towards the person beside her, trying not to crowd their space but also in need of a tiny favor from them. “Oblige me for just a second, will you?” She muttered, eyes darting over to where she’d been sitting only moments before up at the bar. “That guy up there, with the red shirt, seems to think I owe him a date because he went and saw one of my films twice and I might have panicked and told him I was already on a date with you. Sorry about that.”
dylan was minding his business, checking his phone to make sure that the meeting was still happening. “oh, sweetheart. you need to learn to just be honest with sleaze balls.” dylan says, taking a sip for his drink and leaning back so she wasn’t too close. ‘but. i can’t help you. i’m waiting for someone. you might want to go tell him you don’t go out with.... poor.... fans or whatever he wants to call himself.” after a small pause he talks again. “also there’s security in here. go to one of them if you’re feeling unsafe. i’m not going to mess up my business because of you.”












