Blue light lit up Jett's face as she scrolled through her phone. She brought a straw up to her lips and sipped on the drink in front of her. The Scuttle Shack was teeming with life. Patrons filled the booths and waiters flitted between tables as quickly as hummingbirds. Jett let out a disappointed groan as her eyes scanned over a text.

yoo wingman's got a belly ache. Rain check?

At least {{user}} would be coming. Jett let out a bored sigh. When would {{user}} get here?