The room was dark and by the sound of tires on wet streets outside, Julia could tell it had rained without opening her eyes. The incessant beeping of her alarm clock grated at her enough for her to roll across the queen-sized bed and find the button that would stop it. She took a minute to stare up at the ceiling and try to get motivated to leave bed. Mondays are the hardest mornings to get moving, especially after a late night before.
Julia didn't usually go out drinking on Sunday nights but Monica, Julia's best friend, had insisted that they and their other friend Rebecca go out and find some guys and get laid. Sometimes it seemed that getting laid was all that Monica thought about.