Rae chuckled at Allie's agreement to emailed details. “Thought you might approve,” she nodded as she glanced over at Eli's sleeping bag, seeing that one of his hoodies was sticking out of his bag. She was a bit chilly, so she gathered it up, pulling it over her shoulders and hoping not to jar the computer too much as she did. “Except with his face, you don't want it to turn blue,” she pointed out, then looked at David, who didn't seem to want to find the joke too funny. “An all-red mood ring.”
Out of respect to Allie, Rae kept her own opinions about Brandon quiet. Allie seemed smitten, and it was rare that Allie was so completely overcome with someone, after all. Yeah, she'd seen her with lusty crushes on people (Rae herself had been one at one point or another), but never like this. And as much as it made her nervous, she could never live with herself if she ruined it for her friend just because she couldn't get past some stupid grudge.
“If it's only the good looking naked people, I don't think it would be that bad. But you're right. Nudity should be kept to a minimum,” she said seriously, smirking at the absurdity of the conversation.
Shrugging one shoulder, Rae beamed at the compliment to her flexibility. “Years and years of practice, my dear. Ballet bars and cheerleading and contemporary training...” she chuckled and shook her head. “He hasn't complained yet, no.” Another roll of David's eyes, and Rae gave her boyfriend's brother a small smile. “Sorry, David.”
Rae nodded. “Three, if I can get Eli to come with.” She paused. “Who am I kidding? Two good looking women practicing stripping techniques? Eli will be begging me to come with...” she added with a wry grin. “It'll be fun. Good clean American fun.”