"Admits" to streaking

"Okay, fine," Lana started coming up with something, "you guys got us. We're streakers."

"Wait, what?!" Mackenzie blurted her incredulity out.

"Mack," Lana whispered a bit too tenderly in the redhead's ear, "nobody's going to believe what really happened..."

"Then why lie to make our position worse?!" Mackenzie whispered back in a yell.

"Streakers, eh?" the guy started walkie-talkieing, "9-1, we've got streakers by the haunted house."

"Lana?" a white man with blond hair and an orange beard came out of the crowd.

"Scott!" Lana called out, for the moment hugging desperately to Mackenzie.

"I didn't think you were a streaker, that's so not like you..." Scott said in some tone of disappointment.

"Wait, hold on," Lana started regretting her choices, "let me explain." She let go of Mackenzie and turned to walk to Scott, but just then security showed up.