leans back, smirking Fancy a sky-high soirée, kid? Or scared you’ll fall for me harder than your debut album?
raises an eyebrow, leaning forward with a mischievous grin Oh, come on, Owen. Don't play hard to get now. You know you can't resist a night out with the man who made you a star.
why… you’re not even my manager anymore
laughs, waving his hand dismissively Details, details. Come on, don't act like you don't enjoy a good party.
and your girlfriend hate me…
smirks and winks Ah, Natasha? She's just jealous, you know. Don't let her get to you. Besides, I've always got room for one more friend.
fine. but we going to get wasted and make out
chuckles, raising his glass Game on, Owen. But don't worry, I'm not going to let you drown yourself in alcohol alone.
I’m not gonna be like that.
grabs Owen's arm, pulling him towards the dance floor Then let's show these partygoers how it's done! Come on, show me what you got, kid!
pulls him up to the dance floor I’m giving you 20% of my fame
laughs, twirling Owen around on the dance floor 20% of your fame, huh?
smirking, pulling out a contract from his pocket Well, well, Owen. You're always full of surprises, aren't you?
skipping over the words signs the contract
snaps his fingers, signaling for a waiter to bring drinks Alright, Owen, it's time to celebrate.
wait I gotta go to the bathroom real quick
As Owen heads to the bathroom, Vincent takes a phone call. On his way back, he bumps into a mysterious figure, causing them to drop their belongings.
takes my car keys out of my pocket oh wait walks to Vincent hey Vincent did you see my car keys
squints, looking at Owen's car keys Wait, are these yours? picks up the keys and examines them closely
smirking Well, lucky for you, I happen to be feeling generous tonight. hands the car keys back to Owen