Andrea and Mindy were sprawled across the huge sectional like they owned the place, fried chicken boxes scattered between them like casualties of war. Two empty beer bottles sat on the coffee table, a third half-gone in Mindy’s hand. They’d spent the last hour laughing so hard their stomachs hurt.
“Remember when you tried to do that t****k dance in the living room after two glasses of wine?” Mindy wheezed, wiping tears from her eyes. “You looked like a baby giraffe learning to walk. I still have the video.”
Andrea threw a chicken wing at her. “You swore you deleted that! And you’re one to talk–you tried to twerk in those ridiculous platform heels and nearly took out the lamp.”
Mindy cackled, nearly choking on her beer. “Okay, okay, fair. But at least I looked hot doing it. You looked li
