Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-5385060-20170925025051/@comment-5385060-20180104040005

"Following my orders," Jo told Michael. She couldn't hide her delight that because of her, two of the most decorated female students in school were crawling around doing pointless busy work.

Kyla gave Erick a long silent glare. Then she protested. "Because of my ideas, the school bake sale made two thousand dollars." She reached into her backpack, grabbed some cash. "In fact, while you were back stage playing with your balls or whatever you were doing, I convinced my dad to reimburse me this, so I could pay for costumes because you all look like trash." She threw the money she was going to spend on shoes in the air, and let it fall to the ground. "If you're so smart, tell me what you've done for the band."

Josh not being one to look a gift horse in the mouth, scrambled to pick the money up. Kyla didn't even look at him as he did so. He picked up every last bill, and counted it out. "There is about eight hundred bucks here..."

To be honest, Milo wanted to let her. If she had more money than brains and wanted splash the cash around, who was he to argue? Having a rich girl around to sponge cash off would make them look super successful much quicker. But that put them in her pocket, and meant they would never get rid of her. If she was paying for everything, she could make any changes to their group she wanted, and pretty much run the whole thing with the threat of cutting off her funding. Unless she saw it as a pure business thing to earn some cash of her own, getting a cut of any money they made. All this was too much thought for him, and he didn't know what decision to come to, since he wasn't exactly good at putting his last great idea across. Even though it wasn't technically his idea. Milo looked to Michael, hoping he would have something to say about it.