"Well, since for the night I am a guy, I guess I want to go to Hooters and see what the big deal is about it, from a guy's perspective. Besides, I want to order a beer, and can with this body," Becky said.
"Wait, no way, I can't go there like this. Might as well put me on the menu as every horny guy in the place will be staring at me like I am a piece of meat," James replied.
"Well, I am the adult, and I pick Hooters. So, that is the end of the argument. Look, you 'guys' always say the place is not about women's boobs, and that you only go there for the beer and food, so what's the big deal," Becky replied. She was originally picking Hooters as a joke, but seeing how uncomfortable her uncle was getting at the idea of going there made her think this really was a good idea.
"Well, if you are determined, can I at least change," James tried as one last ditch effort to clothe his body.
"No, but hey maybe we will be lucky and find they are hiring. I could use a job and from this point of view, maybe I would look good in one of those uniforms," Becky said as she and her uncle left the apartment.
