"Geez, why does it seem that when I am all ready depressed as all hell, the world decides to pour down rain?"
This question muttered into the phone only received a laugh in return. Jen, of course, felt no joy, though Becca's funny little giggle always brought an answering one from her.
"I am being honest, Beck. Jimmy treated me awful and I feel like utter shit. Then to add insult to injury, it decides to up and rain. I swear, the only thing that would make this worse is if I happened to see the little shit with his new bitch."
Becca, of course, said all the usual things girls always say to their best friends when they are feeling down, which did absolutely no good. She finally gave up and just let her friend vent. After all, that was the main reason she called, not to be laughed at or lectured but to be heard.
A full 20 minutes had passed before Jen finally ran out of steam. Becca then took it upon herself to invite Jen out for dinner and a night of dancing. Surprisingly enough, Jen agreed for the next night, which was Friday.
"What should I wear?" was Jen's only question.
"Something scandalous. There is a new place I want to take you to. Guaranteed you won't run into asshole there." Becca's answer, spoken with a slight laugh.
About 8:30 the next evening, Becca pulled in front of Jen's apartment and tooted her car horn.
Jen, dressed in a form fitting black velvet mini-skirt and camisole with knee high boots, ran out.
"Damn, sweetie when I said scandalous, I did not mean nearly naked."
Jen blushed an alarming shade of pink, not very attractive on a natural redhead with faint freckles.
"Mind your business, brat and let's go get me drunk."
An hour later Becca pulled into a parking lot,
located just across the street from the club they were going to. It was named Satin Slippers and looked busy. There did not seem to be a man in sight, though.
"Lock up hon, and let's go drown your sorrows."
Once inside, they quickly located a table near the dance floor and dropped off all the non-essentials. A waitress stopped them on the way to the bar and informed them that instead of waiting in line, she could get their orders for them. With obvious relief, they each ordered a slow screw and went to sit back down. A little while later (or 4 drinks each, however you would like to calculate the time) Jen and Becca had joined the mostly all girl throng on the dance floor and were busily dancing. It was then that Jen asked the question she had been too sober to ask before.
"Are we in a lesbian bar, Beck?"
"Yeah, why? I did guarantee you wouldn't see that ass in here, didn't I?"
"Umm, yeah, I guess you did." And that was the end of it, until later.
Driving slowly homeward, Becca watched Jen as she cried in her sleep. Reaching over, she wiped tears from her friends eyes, and played with her long curly hair. She would have gladly kicked Jen's ex boyfriends ass if he were available right that moment. He wasn't, so she could only sit and fume and worry about her friend.
Becca had just helped Jen into the apartment and out of her clothes when Jen seemed to finally come out of her drunken stupor.