Tasha wants a wager

“How about a bet?” Tasha said. “A wager? Or are you too chicken?”

Becca rolled her eyes. “You’re the only chicken here, Tasha.”

“If that’s the case, then you’ll accept any bet right?” Tasha said.

Becca looked at her with a cocky grin. “Yeah. What kind of bet are we doing?”

“An easy bet,” Tasha said. “A bet on whether you’re brave enough to grab yourself some merchandise… for free.”

Tasha pointed to the station where the merch guy was set up selling stuff out of his car. He was definitely a big guy. “You get yourself a shirt without getting caught. You win. You get caught or you chicken out, you lose.”

“Psssht,” Becca said a little nervous. “And what are the stakes?”