I turned to face Lisa crossly. "What are we doing here?"
Lisa looked at me like I was stupid. "Does Little Erica not know what happens in strip clubs?" she asked.
"Of course I know what happens at strip clubs!" I responded, heatedly. Looking around the parking lot, I could see plenty of guys moving past the bouncer and going inside.
"That's a lot of guy strippers," I muttered under my breath. Reluctantly, I walked behind the others as we made our way to the entrance. As long as Lisa was going to stare at naked guys and not Naked Erica, I was fine with it.
At the door, the bouncer asked Lisa a question. She responded enthusiastically and started filling out some form, which she handed back to the bouncer. "Hey Erica!" she called out to me. "It's amateur night."
"So?" I asked.
"I signed you up." Lisa's grin threatened to break out of her face. God I hated her.
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