Rated PG

Charlie

I nodded. “Yes. I want to help you. And I have the means to do it. I already talked to some of my girls and they’re in. My bartender is pretty artsy and good with computers so she already made up some flyers and tickets. We’ve already sold nearly fifty.”

“Holy shit,” he said, letting out a surprised chuckle. “I wasn’t expecting that. Thank you.”

“I’ve got you covered. All the dance routines on stage will be PG based on, you know, the fact that this fundraiser is for teenagers. No nudity at all and nothing overly sexual. It will be clean entertainment—well, clean-ish anyway. If we can throw together a raffle and a fifty-fifty, that would help, too. Any other time I’ve had a fundraiser, games bring in good cash.”

“Sounds like you have all the bases covered.”

“You just need to show up,” I winked.

“You can count on that.”

I pulled the tab at the end of the string on my teabag out from under the lip of my cup, then proceeded to plunge the teabag up and down to speed up the steeping