“So sorry boys,” Dylan reached for Nell’s hand, pulling her away from the small crowd of onlookers who had gathered around the bar. “But I have to steal this one way for a few.” Tossing a wink the crowd’s way, DJ pulled Nell towards the other end of the bar and leaned in to whisper in her best friend’s ear over the sound of the music playing. “Okay, the dude in the red shirt is literally drooling and looks like he’s dripping in money.”
It wasn’t uncommon for the two of them to do this — both running off with the other and hopefully leaving the rest of the crowd wanting more. Nell was used to it, and couldn't help but laugh when Dylan had dragged her all the way to the end of the bar. “Dripping with money, hmm?” She cooed, looking past the crowd and down at the man she was speaking about. “What if we tag team him?”