Gatsby shrugged, scrunching his nose casually. "Our roommates'll cover. We might be able to make it if we rush, too." He nodded to the idea of getting the tickets, before looking over at Jack matter-of-factly. "I don't have the money up front right this second. I'll get it to you by the end of the weekend, though, unless you want to wait a day or two?"
Nonetheless, he turned to his laptop and knocked the left mouse button to wake it up from sleep, sitting down with it onto his bed. "I think Penny Wharton might be going, too. I know she's a pretty big fan of Lucy's, and Rufus's for the matter. Irrelevant information but. Maybe we'll see her there." Minimizing the Photoshop he had open, he looked up at Jack again. "What say you? Now or wait until I can get to an ATM?"