“What got you into pole?” I asked. “My future dreams of being a stripper, of course.” I honestly thought she was serious, and I nodded appreciatively. “That’s cool. Seems like a really difficult career. I feel like you need to have thick skin to do it, put up with the asshole clients and the club owners stealing your wages.” Julep blinked at me. “You idiot, I was joking.” “How am I supposed to know?! You have the same expression for everything.”
