"I'm throwing a party and you two biatches better be there!" Rhonda handed a flyer to Phoebe and Helga as they walked into lunch.
"Sure, sounds fun Rhonda." Phoebe gave her a small smile.
"I'm busy that night," Helga said flatly without looking at the flyer and waved Rhonda off, "you have fun Pheebs, I bet it'll be just grand... knowing Rhonda and all." Helga said nonchalantly.
Phoebe gave Helga a look, a very obvious 'you owe me one aka one thousand, so you better go to this damn party' look. Helga returned with a pleading pout, though after a moment it was obvious Phoebe was going to stand her ground on this one.
"Sheesh! Okay Pheebs, I'll go! You happy?" Helga rolled her eyes and sulked.
"Yes." Phoebe happily nudged past her defeated friend in the lunch line, knowing she had won that round.