Deal with devil Maine - pt 1

2018, December 17th

(Two days before the fashion show)

"How about I just get you away from the strippers? CC would kill me if she knew I brought you here," Aaron said, slapping a hand onto Bart's back and steering him in the direction of the tables.

"Also, let's never come to a strip club together again."

"Agreed," said Bart, as he watched a waitress in a thong and lace bra pass him by and screwed up his face in disgust.

"Dude, are you even a guy?"

"Why would CC care if I came to this tacky place?"

"Aren't you guys like a thing or whatever?"

"Nope."

"Someone should maybe tell your faces that when you're together then."

"12 o'clock. She's not the Maine we want, but she is a Maine."

Straight ahead, four or five tables in front of them, sat Emily Maine. She stood immediately, in a cashmere knee-length coat and pencil heel boots, no doubt the most clad woman in the place. Lazily playing with the olive in her martini, she looked to be waiting for someone.

"You wait here," said A