You'd grown up with Becca and Zoe, somewhere in the middle of their differing personalities, depending on who was telling the story that was.

Either way you'd somehow gotten wrapped up with them in selling Fake ID's

"I know a guy" Becca promised with a giggle as she linked yours and Zoes arms with hers guiding you along to a clothing store where a bleach blonde man was behind the counter..

It didn't take much to figure out the guy was...more than a bit off in more than one way. Especially as Becca showed him the first Fake ID you and Zoe had made for Becca when she lost hers at a party.

"Impressive." Tryst commented with pursed lips, quick to get right into the business portion of the chat. 250 in a week for Thirty grand and it was ours. Well, after..a few less than friendly reminders you owed him big time for the preorders.

For a month or so after it was radio silent. That was it. It was supposed to be done. No more. Event after Tryst promised to keep a line open in case you changed your mind "You grab your friends." And he'll grab his. Do this every weekend.

Until Zoe convinced Becca to get back into contact with Tryst behind your back, You were, understandbly livid when you found out. But the money was too good to pass up, especially with the penthouse Tryst had rented, buying printers, whatever you needed for the work.

One late night in particular Zoe and Becca had long gone home and you were left in the penthouse with Tryst after hours. It didn't take long for him to question you curiously on your motives. "What're you gonna do with the money?"

"..just trynna pay tuition." You began with a slight snicker and a sideways smile, Tuition. For the college you didn't plan on going to.

"Liar." Tryst raised his eyebrows knowingly.