Kensi should have known better. Girls night out with her normal crew of girlfriends was always just a ton of talk and very little action. But ladies night out with Nell? That was usually a recipe for trouble.

See, most people think that Nell is a mild-mannered, sweet Midwestern girl. They don't know her like Kensi does, though. If Nell invites you to a party, it's probably a weekend long trip to Vegas with fake IDs that she has backstopped herself. Going out for drinks? Most likely body shots. Exercise? Jello wrestling. Double date? Well...

So when Nell said that she and Hetty were going to see a live show after work and asked her to tag along, Kensi should have asked very specific questions instead of answering with a breezy "sure" just because Deeks was doing some work for LAPD that night. Always ask for details when it concerns Nell and Hetty. Always.

And that's why Kensi just narrowly avoided a gravity-defying, spandex clad cock from smacking her in the face. Because she didn't ask the important questions.

"Look at his butt. I could just nibble on it," Nell said, chomping her teeth and pointing to the ass in front of them. That ass was attached to a human, Kensi reminded herself. A human with feelings and probably a shitload of student loans and wow, an amazingly large penis. But still. Feelings.

Kensi slurped on her screwdriver. "Not big on the butt biting, but okay."

As they enjoyed their "show", her thoughts kept drifting to Deeks. Not because of the impressive display of tools before them, but because of her boyfriend's own history in the entertainment industry. The thought of him being objectified and treated like meat made her feel a little sad. And imagining him in a man-thong didn't really turn her on. Not a whole lot, anyway.

"This reminds me of the seventies in Europe." Hetty sighed wistfully. "Did I ever tell you all about my exploits with the Prince of Norway? When I left him," she paused to chuckle. "He had nothing to his name but a Vacheron Constantin watch and a smile."

"Wow," Kensi mouthed.

Nell's eyes widened. "Okaaaay. Right. So, Chippendales."

"They're great dancers," Kensi added quickly.

"The way they can move their hips..." With a dramatic flair that was more Southern belle than Midwest darling, Nell fanned the vapors from her face. "I bet they are amazing lovers."

"They are." Kensi realized what she'd said a second too late. "I mean..."

Nell signaled for another round of drinks. "This I need to hear."

"Classified file 02-20DM, named Rumpleforeskin."

Kensi and Nell turned to Hetty with their mouths agape as the older woman coolly sipped her bourbon. "Cancel those drinks!" Nell shouted to their server and made a check motion with her hand. "Strike that. This I need to see."

The look of horror remained on Kensi's face as Hetty picked up their tab and Nell excitedly pushed her chair under the table. Could it be? Was there actual video evidence of Deeks' college days as an exotic dancer? There was no way she could let Nell see this, although it seemed as if Hetty had already had the viewing pleasure. It wasn't like Nell had never seen Deeks with his shirt off before. And if it meant that Kensi would actually get to see this for herself after years of imagining it...

Hopefully Deeks would forgive them all later. She took one more sip of her drink and stood, rushing to catch up to her colleagues. "Wait for me!"