Your friend

"You got that blonde red army slut by any chance?"

"Maybe." You reply carefully

"We'll do you, or do you not!?" He yells, frustrated from looking for the girl.

"What's it to you?"

"5000 credits. All yours." He holds out a bag of credits tied with string.

You think hard. 5000 credits or the survival of your old love, who you could potentially use for... Things... In the future.