You go, girl!

Three-quarters of the bottle was gone, and the room hummed with a warm, fuzzy haze. Giselle Dawnmist had managed to knock back six strong glasses, yet somehow, she remained more composed than Ivy Goldenshield, who was sprawled out, barely holding it together after drinking diluted shots. Aurora Moonray, cautious and unfamiliar with her limits, had stuck to just three or four watered-down glasses, her senses still hanging by a thread.

"He's an idiot," Giselle suddenly burst out, her voice thick with irritation. "Can't even drive properly, and yet he was lecturing me on how to handle my own car. What a fool! How the hell did that idiot even manage to buy such an expensive car?" Her words were sharp, laced with frustration, as she recounted a ridiculous encounter from the week before, near her office.

Ivy and Aurora exchanged a glance. They had no idea who this guy was or what had even happened, but that didn't matter. In unison, they chimed in with an enthusiastic, "Yes, girl, you're absolutely right! You go, girl!"

They didn't need to know the details. They just hoped that this trouble magnet, whoever he was, hadn't gotten herself into something even messier. The last thing they needed was to bail someone out of jail.

And then, as if on cue, Giselle's mood shifted. Her face crumpled, and she let out a dramatic sigh. "Nobody loves me. I have no boyfriend. I want a lover," she wailed. At 24, none of them had been in a relationship, and they all shared a quiet bond of unspoken loneliness. In a moment of solidarity, they all consoled each other, saying, "Me too, I want one too… ah…"

Ivy and Giselle, both extremely drunk, decided they needed some fresh air. "Let's go for a walk," they insisted. Aurora sighed heavily, unsure if she could handle two drunken friends. "Okay," she replied, reluctantly.

"I feel like I'm the mother of two," Aurora muttered under her breath, instantly regretting agreeing to this spontaneous walk. She clung to Ivy's hand on one side and Giselle's on the other. The clock read 9:00 PM, the street lights flickered weakly, casting long shadows on the quiet, empty road.