TR RP: Girly night at the strip club

[unit_girl]

Jo had been secretly curious about what went on upstairs at the Catscratch Club since it opened, if not curious enough to go on her own. But being in a group of people meant they were bound to have a good time. Okay, so they'd all have to pay for it, but at least once they were inside the drinks were free, the music was good and the strippers were

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[unit_girl]

Jo had dressed up for the occasion in a short skirt and sparkling top, which was perfectly party like. She took a sip of her sugary, fruity, alcoholic drink and made her way closer to the front to get a better view of the dancer currently on stage. Someone wolf-whistled on the other side of the room and and giggled. He was pretty good at this, but she supposed they'd all had plenty of practise now that the club had been open a while. And she had to agree, he was quite sexy.

[dinnerfor1_girl]

It was odd, but Sally didn't have many female friends (though, it wasn't entirely odd if you thought about the way she judged those friends and the way sometimes it accidentally slipped and turned into an out-loud judging). So when she saw this little soirée, she couldn't help attending.

"Do you think they're at all straight?" she asked the woman near her, of the strippers.

[unit_girl]

"I hope so," she replied with a sigh. Okay, so you couldn't touch the strippers while they were stripping, but what would be the point of having male strippers who were gay? "But I bet they're not. All the best ones are either taken or gay." Or lived on another planet, not that that was a problem here.

[dinnerfor1_girl]

"And in this place, it's as if they were just waiting to be gay," she said, clearly disgruntled with the manner of relationships that she'd witnessed. "Well, that or commitment-phobic, but that's just as bad," she said haughtily, echoing Jane's stance on certain things.

[unit_girl]

"Or there's something in the water. I'm sure there weren't as many gay people at home." Or if there were they kept it well hidden. "What's wrong with commitment-phobic men?" she asked, frowning. "I mean, you wouldn't want to marry them, but sometimes no commitment is a good thing."

[dinnerfor1_girl]

"Well, I saw plenty," Sally admitted, which was unfortunate because you found a lovely man with good politics and nice hair and he turned out to be gay. "I seem to exude pheromones that attract them. Gay men and bastards. I could market a perfume."

[unit_girl]

"That's terrible," she said with feeling. "I don't know what the solution to that is, though." Jo only seemed to attract nice men, so it wasn't something she had experience of. "Didn't I see you at the speed dating a few months ago? Did you meet any straight men who weren't bastards there?"

[dinnerfor1_girl]

"Well, I was there, yes," she said, not really understanding precisely the situation she was in. "I think I'm a little stuck. I mean, there's some men, but I'm not sure exactly what their game is. And I'm looking for something serious."

[unit_girl]

"Oh, well, I suppose that makes meeting men who are commitment-phobic a bad thing." But much as Jo knew how to go about meeting men who weren't looking for something serious, she didn't want anything long-term - even if she apparently would once she met Clifford Jones. "I'm not sure here's the best place to find them."

[dinnerfor1_girl]

"Yes, but if we're stuck here, what are we supposed to do? We're going to keep getting older and older and then gravity is going to win the battle and I'm never going to get married to anything except for my breasts mating with the floor," she sneered with disgust.

[unit_girl]

Jo frowned, looked at Sally's chest and then hers. It wasn't something she'd ever really considered. She supposed Sally was right, but it was so far into the future that she just didn't care. "Does it really matter if you never get married?"

[dinnerfor1_girl]

"Absolutely!" Sally said, her voice incredulous and peaking in disbelief. "How can you even say something like that? I mean, imagine dying alone. No one ever having loved you, no ring on your finger to show off your accomplishments. It's just not right."

[unit_girl]

"You don't need to be married not to die alone." Not that Jo had given much thought to it, but she didn't think she'd be alone when she died at all. "And a ring on my finger wouldn't show my accomplishments." She frowned. "I'm not sure there's anything concrete that would." Not least because she wasn't that sure what it was she wanted to accomplish.

[dinnerfor1_girl]

"Yes, but marriage has a tendency to calm men down," she advised with a knowing nod of her head, as if she were an expert on such things. "It keeps things in their pants. And ideas from being spoken. A good marriage will shut a man up within two weeks."

[unit_girl]

"Oh, but that would be boring." Or maybe she'd never met a man who needed calming down. "Have you been married before then?" Sally sounded like she knew what she was talking about.

[dinnerfor1_girl]

"No, and you don't have to remind me," she noted with a clipped tone, narrowing her gaze at Jo. She didn't like the fact that she was miserably single to be pointed out by other people now! What would people say?