You got the text. Your friend was in need. She got into trouble. She liked to bet on sports and was on a losing streak. The past two weeks she borrowed money from her, but you told her it was the last time. But again she is persistent and keeps texting you for more money. The last text seemed kind of urgent and asked if you could meet her somewhere. You agreed.
About 10 minutes away, you drive to a local hotel and meet her in the bar. She is frantic. She doesn't know what to do. Her bookie said she has an hour to come up with the $1200 she owes him. She doesn't have it. Neither do you. You couldn't give it to her even if you had it.
She had about a 1/2 hour until he shows up to collect. The biggest amount she could scrounge was $350. Hopefully he would accept this for payment. You start to ask her how she got into this. All she said over and over again is that she has a problem. At the bar she orders several shots and asks you to join her.
You try to comfort her by rubbing her back and talking to her, but there is no consoling her. She said, "This isn't enough. I did this to him before. He told me I would have to face consequences if I short changed him again. You should go. I don't want you to get involved in this. GO! PLEASE GO!" You gather your stuff and is about to go when suddenly...
"Miss Davenport, I hope you have my money." She hands him the bills and calmly he says, "Tsk, tsk. Short changing me again. Who is your friend?"
"She was just leaving."
"Well, I think she can stay for a little while," as he grabs your wrist. You shake your head and agree.
"Please, let her go. I am the one who owes you."