Back in the car, it was clear that Pete was having a little difficulty disguising his own interest in seeing the tape. "So Chloe," he asked, "where should we go to watch it?"
That was a point, Chloe realized. If only the footage were on DVD, she could have played it back at the Torch. But on this primitive VHS tape, there were only so many places she could think of watching it. It was then that a devilish thought crossed her mind: I bet Lana would enjoy watching this with me.
She regretted now not having snuck a peek at Lana's autoerotic marathon earlier in the afternoon. Overcoming the lingering effects of the pendant, Chloe's skepticism reared its head. Why am I thinking this way? she wondered. Thinking back, she was rather suspicious of her behaviour in the bar. It wasn't like her to trade on her looks like that.
"Earth to Chloe," -- Pete's voice broke into her introspection.
"Yeah -- sorry Pete."
"My folks are already home. There's no way we can watch it at my place."
"That's okay," Chloe said.
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