The sun had sat on another Los Angeles day and Bridgit Mendler was ready to hit the town, if only she could decide what to wear. Her room was a mess with clothing everywhere as she tossed one top to the side along with another skirt that didn't quite look right.
Bridgit put her hands on her hips and sighed, she just couldn't find anything to wear. She looked in the mirror and smoothed out the white blouse and denim skirt she already had on, it was cute but not right for a nightclub. She needed something sexy.
Her ringtone suddenly went off ans she stepped over a big pile of clothes, nearly tripping to grab her phone. Her eyes went wide as she saw the face and name of her best friend Debby Ryan come up.
"Debby?" Bridgit asked apprehensively, not knowing what to expect.
"Bridgit, I need your help." came the pained reply from Debby.
"What's wrong are you ok?' Bridgit asked, Debby had just been arrested for DUI and was in a really bad place. Bridgit knew her friend needed her now more than ever.
"I'm...I'm feeling the need again." Debby said, struggling to get the words out.
"Debby, what's wrong?" Bridgit asked again.
"I've got a bottle right in front of me." Debby replied, Bridgit's eyes went wide. She knew what she had to do.
"Ok, Debby, listen to me. I want you to pour that bottle out right now." Bridgit said, over the phone hoping her friend would listen.
"I don't know if I can... I can't do this anymore." Debby replied, her voice cracking.
"Debby..." Bridgit said, sounding more forceful "...pour out that bottle right now. Let me hear you doing it."
Bridgit knew she had to be firm, Debby was in a really rough place and needed someone to be there for her, which is what she was doing. Bridgit nodded to herself as she heard liquid being poured down the drain over the phone. The sound of a bottle going into a trashcan followed and Debby's shaky voice came back over the line.