He nods. “Hmm. Sounds interesting. Do any of them escape or do most of them die?”
Claire and Gabi both collapse on the bar—their bodies shaking with laughter.
“Apparently all they do is sing and dance.”
Hank looks at me like I’m high. I put my hand up to stop him before he can say anything more.
“Don’t try to understand it. It’s not worth your time. Believe me. I’ll let you know if we need the room.”
I grab my beer and start back over to my stool. When I whip around, Claire and Gabi are holding their breath.
“I mean she! I’ll let you know if she needs the room—not we.”
“I’m definitely sleeping outside her room, Nash,” Claire says as she collapses down on the bar again.
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