Lauren's very not subtle hidden message

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A/N: I don't know what this is other than I listened to Big Bad Wolf and had some thoughts. It's probably stupid lmao. 

Maybe read and enjoy though?

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"You need to get laid, Ralph."

Lauren looked up from her menu with a frown. "Where the fuck did that come from?"

She probably should have known that going to lunch with Dinah and Normani was a bad idea, but she did enjoy their company. Most of the time. Like, 93% of the time, if she had to put a number on it.

This time, however, might have turned out to be part of the seven percent where she didn't, depending on how the conversation turned out.

They had some down time in between shows, and Normani had wanted something that wasn't McDonald's or pizza for lunch, so they had chosen a small, local sandwich shop not too far away from the hotel they were staying in for the day.

Ally had opted to stay behind, citing not feeling too well and wanting to take a nap, but the three had promised to bring her some food back.

Before Lauren could ask anything else, a waiter came to take their order. Lauren gave hers, but also put in a request for a to go order that consisted of the closest thing to Ally's go-to sandwich.

"How did you know what to order for Ally?" Normani questioned. "None of us asked what she wanted. I don't even think we told her where we were going to eat."

Lauren shrugged. "I've known you guys for a couple years, and we have spent a shit ton of time together. I notice things."

Normani hummed suspiciously, watching the other girl closely. 

Dinah, however, continued her train of thought from before. "Anyways. You definitely need to get laid, Lauren. For your benefit, and ours."

Lauren raised an eyebrow in question. "What, pray tell, does that mean?"

"It means," Dinah started matter of factly, "that you're grumpy as fuck all the time. It's only gotten worse since your breakup. I don't know if it's pent up sexual frustration or what, but you need to get laid, girl."

"For the record, I want no part of this conversation, other than to say I agree with Dinah," Normani stated, raising her hands in defense when she received a glare. "I won't tell you what to do, but like, it probably couldn't hurt."

Lauren laughed in disbelief. "Uh, no. I don't think that's it," she said. "You probably have a point about me being grumpy-"

"Uh, yeah, I do. I just wanted a bite of your ice cream the other night, and you completely bitched me out. Uncalled for, if you ask me."

Lauren rolled her eyes. "First of all, I asked if you wanted your own, DJ. You said no. Also, a 'bite' according to you is half."

"Okay, well, you still didn't have to go off on me like you did," Dinah said with a slight pout. 

"Well, okay, I do apologize for that. I shouldn't have reacted like that," Lauren conceded. "However, I don't think that constitutes needing to get laid."

"To be fair, you don't really need a reason to have amazing sex," Normani pointed out. 

"Well, I still don't need it. I'm fine," Lauren replied. "Maybe a little off kilter because of getting back into the touring routine, but I'm fine. I'll try not to be a super bitch anymore, and I'm sorry I was."

Their food arrived then, interrupting their conversation. 

Not long after their food arrived, Lauren's phone started to ring, the opening verse of Big Bad Wolf  sounding off. She cringed as she remembered she hadn't put it on silent mode. While it wasn't loud enough for the whole restaurant to hear, it was loud enough for the other two to hear.