"I would have helped you, you know," Gwen stated. But then he probably did already know that, which was why he'd stayed away. Which hurt more than a kick in the ribs, but she knew how damn stubborn he could be. If he thought he'd been doing the right thing, nothing she'd ever say would convince him otherwise.
"Don't give yourself too much credit," she smirked mirthlessly, glad to be off the topic of Lindsey's bitch girlfriend. "I needed money, simple as. This place, didn't ask for ID and I can provide my own costume, like a whole lotta liquid latex for lap dances, which speaking of, I've still gotta shower to make sure the rest of it's come off."
She shrugged casually, most definitely come down from the coke. "Lindsey, you know I'm good for two things, dancing and stealing. Nothing worth taking around here and you remember how good I look wrapped around a pole."