At the last minute Kiki had decided to change where they were going. Now they were practically nose to nose with half-dressed people at Stripped. The dance club was the newest addition to the strip and was decked out in mellow colors and modern décor. It seemed sophisticated, but the majority of the people crammed in were young. Tatum felt overdressed in her linen shorts and poppy blouse. She had thought she spiced things up by wearing heels, but she felt like a granny compared to the girls that grinded with the overly muscled men. Kiki pushed a few girls away from the bar, which in turn got them some nasty glares. Drinks in hand after about a ten minute wait, Kiki led the way to one of the few available tables. Luckily, everyone was out practically having sex on the dance floor or they’d be standing around. Kiki grabbed her shot and downed it, chasing it with her fruity, bright orange drink. “You want to talk about Beau?”
