"A lady doesn't have to kiss and tell, Raebrûlée, because the phrase 'a lady doesn't kiss and tell' is a huge indicator for what really went on," Allie said knowledgeably, nodding. "Being a stripper, it's really a wonder that you're so tight-lipped about giving your boyfriend the afternoon delight." She giggled, and was forced to cover her mouth to stifle some of the noise when she overheard David's reaction.
Once Allie's fit of laughter had settled, she sighed and said, "Oh, to be able to have that kind of fun again on a regular basis. I'm jealous, Raebrûlée. So jealous." That probably gave David a little more information than she'd intended on giving him, but, well, it wasn't like anything romantic or sexual would ever happen between the two of them. He was a potential friend, and she was pleased with that prospect.
"More than a sweetie pie," she gushed, hoping he was listening, "he managed to chase the bitchy unibrow lady out of the room. That isn't easy, as you well know. And I think I actually managed to talk him into coming to the party. He said he'd think about it, but I'm pretty sure it's a yes. Promised him a dance and everything."
"So, about your act in the talent show," she said, smiling, "You hinted that you might be planning something. I insist on knowing beforehand, as your nosiest friend. Shall I expect an interlude to the stripping lessons you promised me?"