I’m not say you couldn’t turn a straight girl gay, I’m just saying you don’t have the tact necessary to do it easily.”
“Ooo, bitch, I’ll cut you right here an now,” Sarah shook her head while doing her best Jersey accent. It was her favorite quote the latest reality trash TV show they watched and loved to dish about. Everyone laughed at how ridiculous she sounded. “Don’t try to come at me with this tact bullshit. I have more tact in the tip of my tongue than Jessica here has in her whole body.”
“Why do you have to bring me into every one of your guys’ fights? I’m just sitting back here minding my own business, drink all the wine…” Jessica said as she raised her half empty glass of wine. The bottom of the glass nearly getting caught on her voluptuous breasts that were barely restrained in her tight button up.
“How is it, again, that the only one who didn’t bring wine to our little black out party is drinking all the wine?” Emily asked. Her curly auburn hair was draped over her shoulders as the three girls laid sprawled out on the floor in the dark apartment living room. The only light emitted from the five candles lit between them that burned at various stages of their life cycle.