Being circumspect.

She decided to be a little.... circumspect.
"I'm a dancer."
"Oh, that's cool. Ballet?"
"Nope." she tried to speak volumes with her eyes, and after a second, Kyle's eyes widened in understanding.
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"...cool." He seemed to sense that she didn't want to talk about it further. "Brian's a... lucky guy?" It wasn't really a question, but he seemed unsure if having a stripper girlfriend was a positive or negative.
"Thanks." she put on a facetiously flat tone, pretending to be offended. She wondered if Kyle thought less of her, now. It seemed more that he was unsure of himself, though. "Relax, kiddo." Beth stood up, walking to the fridge to grab a pizza flyer. Maybe...just maybe she was swaying her hips a little... "I'm getting hungry. What do you like on pizza?"
They ordered a pizza, chatting about other things until it arrived, and enjoyed a nice little dinner before Beth headed upstairs to shower, shave, pack her outfit for the night, and return to the living room to find that food and jet lag had caught up with Kyle, who was snoring on the couch while SportsCenter played on the TV. Beth smiled.
She headed to work, and arrived at the club, called Taboo, around 7.