It was a long shot, but Asher really hoped the first person he saw sitting alone would help him out. Trying not to look too frantic, he stepped around a few tables and chairs at The Garden, and sat down across a table from Lance, offering a smile that was friendly, though also a little bit pleading. "Hey, here's a mixtape," he leaned forward, spoke quietly, and slid the dated item across the table to the other, his cheeks a little pink. "My name is Asher. I need you to pretend, very briefly, that we know each other well and you totally want and are going to enjoy this mixtape. You are free to throw it away as soon as you leave here, in fact that's probably preferable, but, like, please? If you don't help me out here, there's a good chance I'm going to be mortified to the extent that I will have to flee the country tonight," he said. And yeah, maybe he was exaggerating, but he could use the help anyway. @lancexbrowne

Text: Ryan ⇄ Sir Lance A Lot