"You're good for other things too," Bailey reassured her as she sat down beside the pink-haired girl. "And it won't technically be a lie if we do hang out. Alibi, yes. Lie, no." Bailey was always very careful about things like that. She was almost as bad as a Slythin. Likely coming from hanging out with them for so long.
When Brinley pressed for the story, Bailey smiled ruefully. "Card game." Okay so that was a simple way of saying getting into a bar with a fake identification, talking her way into the private card room in the back, and then proceeding to card shark her way to a sizeable profit on the evening while the other players got increasingly drunk.