Jenny was just putting the final touches on the preparations for the evenings festivities. It was Friday night and Carla was coming over. Every Friday night after work Jenny and Carla got together and ate fatty snack-foods, drank beer (none of that diet shit, mind you), watched one of those weepy-ass chick movies that women love so much, and to hell with their figures.
Jenny and Carla had been best friends and roommates in college. They had shared everything--almost. They even married each others brothers. That was how close they were, and every Friday night since their freshman year had been girls-night. No boys allowed.
Friday night was a night to just relax. And since it was Jenny's turn to play hostess, Hank, Jenny's husband and Carla's brother, knew better than to be around.
Jenny was wearing one of Hank's old concert shirts that he had gotten as a roadie for Metallica one summer. As he puts it, "Before they went pussy on us." Along with the shirt was a pair of white, cotton panties and a pair of Taz houseshoes.
She was putting the big bowl of popcorn on the coffee table when she looked at the clock on the VCR. It read "7:28." "Where the hell is Carla," mumbles Jenny. "She's half an hour late," and walk back into the kitchen.
About that time the buzzer on the intercom goes off and Jenny dashes over to answer it. "Hello?"
"Jenny, it's me," says a very weary sounding Carla. "I've had a fucking bitch of a day."
"Sure, hon. C'mon up."
Jenny goes back into the kitchen to check on the pizza in the oven. It was one of those self-rising jobs that you have to watch like a hawk or it'll look like it caught fire. It looked like it was done, so Jenny took it out and set it on the stove-top to cool.
She hears the front door creak open. "Jenny?"
"I'm in the kitchen, Carla. I'll be right there. Wanna beer?"
She hears Carla flop down onto the sofa and sigh. "Whatcha got?"
Jenny opens the refrigerator and peers in. "I've got, uh, Bud, Bud Lite, and Old Milwaukee." Old Milwaukee? Wear the hell did that dog piss come from? "Whatcha want?"
"Bring me a Bud. I don't want none of that diet shit. Got any bourbon?"