Lexi was pretty sure no one ever planned to go to a ladies club .. unless, of course, you're life was really that boring ... or you couldn't go out and find a play mate on your own. Then again, coming here was somewhat pointless for them. It wasn't like you were going home with one of the dancers. Shaking her head, she promptly stopped thinking of various reasons for woman to come here often. It was depressing, really.
She smirked at Clint comment, "Well, if it makes you feel better, I can time my giggles to match his movements," she teased, finding the entire thing more funny than it probably was. She blammed it on the rum. With a fresh bottle in front of her, it was bound to get worse. Happy with that thought, she took another drink, her eyes flicking back to the stage as the music changed and a different dancer came out onto the stage.
She was ridiculously glad she'd swallowed her mouthful of rum half a second before Clint's comment. Snorting alcohol up ones nose did not equal out to a good time. "Bloody hell," she laughed, feeling both ridiculously amused and somewhat horrified all at once, "don't ever say that again."