Lauren and I bought the pizza, went back to her home, and laid around her room eating it while listening to the new CDs.
When we finished, we cleaned everything and decided to cuddle on her bed. Neither of us wanted to break first.
"I heard a storm is coming soon," Lauren mumbled.
"I'm already picturing the floods that I have to drive through," I mumbled back.
"It shouldn't be too bad."
"We live in Miami. Shouldn't be too bad is an exaggeration."
Lauren giggled, lifting her head some to look up at me. "Hey, now that we're both adults, shouldn't we go to clubs or something?"
"My grandma will rise out of the grave to personally tell me that I'd lose my mind if I went to one."
"You're right, plus my mom and dad might say it'll affect my career in the future."
"Why go to a club anyway? For the dancers?"
"Pole dancing looks fun. It's a good exercise to help with upper body strength, so I thought I could go watch them do their thing and learn."