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Heck, even a strippery. Or strip club whatever it is.

"I think it's perfect. I have an idea," I shout Grey's name and there's no response.

I'm going to kick him in the throat if he doesn't freaking answer me.

I call him on my phone and he answers.

"Get your booty cheeks in here," I tell him once he picks up and then I hang up. I hear him mosey down the hallway.

"What?" he grumbles, coming to where we are.

"Look at this outfit. What do you think of it, as a guy, for a date," I draw the scenario and he looks at me like I've just told him to kiss a cactus.

"Don't be weird, it's a question," Abby adds.

"Exactly, don't be weird, it's not weird, answer it," I urge him and he looks at her outfit then back at me.

Yeah, Abby isn't me but it's just an outfit.

"I don't know how you want me to answer the questio-"

"I don't want you to answer it in any certain way, I want you to be honest," I place my hand on his back comfortingly.

"You're asking too much of me-" A crease forms between his eyebrows and I internally awe at him. He's just adorable.

"Okay. Calm down, look at me," I tell him and he looks down at me, "you're single-"

He cuts me off.

"No, I'm not."

"Sugar, this is a scenario, it's okay, you're not single really," I pat his booty.

"You're single and you see a girl. You're all like 'holy guacamole she looks like my next lady friend, let me ask her on a date,'" I make my voice deep like a man's.

"I don't think I would be like that atall,"He dismisses it and I hush him.

"She says yes to the date and y'all set a time but you don't tell her where you're taking her," I explain and I can already see a question forming in his brain.

"Why don't I know where I'm taking her?"

"No you do know but you didn't tell her," I tell him.

"Where am I taking her?" he asks and I pinch the bridge of my nose.

"A flippin' meth lab Grey, I don't know."

"I'm confused," a small little smile grows on his lips.

"Y'know what? Does this outfit look good or not?" I point to Abby and he looks at it.

"Uh-" he trails.

"Okay, that's enough good job, thank you for your help, you did amazing," I grab his hand and pull him out of the bathroom.

"I think I lost brain cells from that," he mumbles.

"That's what crack will do to you, okay? Go back to the living room and I'll be in there in a few minutes."