“He was cute! Did he take your number?” Bonnie asked.
“No, I took his. The ball is in my court, I guess,” Sara said.
“Now, it’s time to drink your troubles away. Double shot of gin?” Bonnie asked.
Sara nodded and they walked up to the bar.
Somehow, they’d made it home. Sara felt like she had consumed the entire bar. She woke up in her bed, clothes still on from last night, and Bonnie lay beside her. She figured Bonnie had been too intoxicated to tell the difference between her room and her own. Sara rolled onto her side to face Bonnie, and Bonnie stirred in her sleep, opening her eyes to find Sara looking at her.
“What are you doing in my room, Sara? You, okay?” Bonnie said in a sleepy voice.
“Bon, you are in my room actually.”
“I am?” Bonnie sat up and looked around. “Oh y
