So yesterday, Ben called me during his class's dinner break and mentioned that he couldn't find a place to eat but he just passed a strip joint. This is just for your reference on the next part of the story.
So that night after we were both home and headed to bed, he said he ended up eating at "Chubbies." Which sounded questionable to me so I asked "was your food served to you by a girl in a [should have said slutty schoolgirl outfit / low-cut top / short skirt long jacket—but instead only came up with] bra??"
Ben: "Haha, well I assume she was wearing a bra, but it was covered by her shirt."
Me: "ok then."
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