You feel like you probably should...

Right near the entrance you see Evette, surrounded by four guys who you’d swear were some kind of greasers, except that however weird a day it was, it was still the 21st century. They were all wearing jeans, white shirts and bomber jackets. They were two white guys, a Hispanic guy and a black guy, all had slicked back hair except the black guy who had an inch and a half long fro.

Evette was all dressed, she was wearing a plaid skirt with patches on it, a white button down blouse, and a black zip-up hoodie with patches on it. She looked perfectly comfortable. She waved you right over.

“Hey Dani, I’m glad you came to check in on me. Don’t worry, these guys have been taking good care of me. They’ve been watching my back while I get my clothes on.” Evette says, and sorta nods in the direction of the rest of the locker room, which you can see is half full with guys scattered all over, obviously paying close attention to what’s going on with Evette.

“Well, I’m glad everything has gone smoothly. I thought about keeping you company, but I didn’t think that that was in the spirit of the bet,” you say.

“Well I’m so glad that you decided not to sully the purity of the bet” Evette says un-sarcastically.

“Hey, I was trying to think of a way to thank these guys for giving me cover. There’s an abandoned office across the hall. How would you feel about us all moving over there and ‘thanking’ then?” Evette asks you.

“That seems reasonable, they’ve clearly been very good.”