I snorted. "Amelia! You're starting to think dirty, all the time, like me. And, um, that's random. How does going to a strip club with them serve any purpose?"
She looked a little embarrassed. "I've been talking about them with Ryan. I've never been to one and I think I should."
"Part of your rule-breaking is it?" I asked.
She looked at me, exasperated. "It was never a Rule but yeah, kind of." Then she said in a rush, "Okay, I have a list of reasons, wanna hear them?"
That's my girl, with her lists. I nodded.
"One, they're used to telling us what to do and so, for once, we can tellthemwhat to do. Two, it's hot. Three, I want to see their faces. Four, strip clubs aren't just for men. Women can enjoy them too. Five, I think they won't be able to stand it and I totally want to torture them, especially if Will is anywhere near the horny bastard Ryan is. What do you think? Surprise them?"
"Totally. I can't wait to see the looks on their faces."
"Or what’ll happen afterward."