Model Behaviour

3: You Don't Call Them 'strippers.' They're Dancers.

"Come on, Liv. You haven't said much about a man in your life."

My knuckles whitened on the steering wheel. "What did Miranda say to you?"

I trusted Randy enough not to say anything about Eddie especially now that I work with him.

But that didn't stop the woman from mentioning my non-existent sex life.

"She asked me talk to you about it because she's to busy to latch onto it and poke you with the subject."

"Yeah, because you're hard to reason with." I said as I parked around the back of the restaurant/bar called, 'Chase'. It was almost five now and I nodded in slight approval at how packed it was already. Albeit it was a Friday night so I wasn't too surprised.

"Exactly." She replied as we exited the car. "So, I have a friend-"

"No. No blind dates." I halted her speech. "Both of you have tried to set me up with, and I quote, 'one of your friends,' or 'one of you husbands work buddies,' but nope. No more."

"But this one-"

"You're persistent but you might have to give up on this one."

She followed me through the double doors of the bar still trying to talk up this man from 'Kev's office' who 'is tall and handsome' but I ignored her completely. The place was nice, homely. There was a dance floor, a section of booths and tables where there were various family's eating dinner, music played above and their were men and women drinking at the car. Sort of reminded me of TGIFriday's.

"So that's a firm no?"

"That's a hell no, Mack." I smiled at the bar woman as we approached. "Hi there, I have an appointment with the owner,"

The older pretty woman looked around mid forties, probably the same age as my own mother. "That'd be my husband. You must be Olivia. He told me to take his appointments today, I hope that's okay."

"That's perfectly fine."

"So," She said as she lifted a section of the bar and approached us. She gave me a firm shake of the hand, same with Mack. "I'm Grace, my husband, Chase, is out in Manhattan at the moment, but he did tell me you're enquiring about booking our bar for a bachelorette party?"

"Yes, in five weeks; the thirteenth."

"That shouldn't be a problem, let me show you both around a bit."

For ten minutes, Mack and I chatted to Grace as she told us how the night would work and told us more about how her husband and her opened the place a few months ago. Half hour later, I'd worked out a payment method and Mack and I were on our way out the door. Grace seemed wonderful. She didn't stop smiling which was refreshing to see, especially in establishments like these nowadays.

"Oh, yes I forgot. If you girls want, um, extra acts to perform on the night, you'd have to sign off with myself or Chase."

For a minute I was confused until Mack said, "Oh, like strippers."

"We're not-"

"I'll contact you if we decide on anything like that." Mackenzie interrupted and I rolled my eyes. "Thanks again."

"You're welcome girls. Olivia, don't hesitate to call prior to other arrangements like food. Whether you want catered or not."

"Will do."

"I'm excited already." She said once we were back in the car.

"No strippers, Mack. I mean it."

She tutted. "Come on, it's Miranda's big send off. We can't not have-"