Betsy Russell put down her spoon and smiled at Thad Drew, saying, "Sorry, I need to take a call."
"Hello!"
"Betsy, are you feeling better from the cold?"
Heather Scott's voice had a hint of probing.
Betsy could tell Heather had something to say, "I'm better, hurry up and tell me what's going on, or I'll hang up!"
"Oh, Betsy, come to Nighttime Club!"
"Nighttime Club? I just got better, and you want me to go to a bar?" Betsy said somewhat helplessly, "Besides, it's still daytime, is the bar even open?"
"Not many people, I booked the whole place today."
"Did you lose a bet again?" Betsy couldn't help but smile as she said this. Heather liked to bet, but her luck was terrible sometimes, losing to the point of only having her underwear left.
"Please come, I'm waiting for you to save me!"
With that, Heather hung up.
