Chapter 1: They are all the same.

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"He's the same, they are all the same!" the woman complains with a cocktail in hand sitting inside a bar along with her female companion. "How many does that make now, the fifth this past three months?" her blonde friend asks. 

"Sixth actually," the red head with glass replied to her friend sitting across from her. "Who is the sixth?" the blonde woman asks. "That one guy from the laundry store," the slumber woman replied. "You mean peter, I thought he didn't court since nothing happen between you two."

"Well, he kind of take me out for dinner that one time to help paid of my dry cleaning. Nice guy, until it turns out that he has a girlfriend when I saw the texts on his phone that one night we slept together."

Her friend look surprises. "Wow six, that's a new record," she teasingly said. "Ahh!!" the red head scream. "Why is this happening to me, why does every guy I met ends up being such jerks. Either they are married or already have a girlfriend, wanted by the police, drug addicts, stupid, broke, care about nothing but sex, and now with the latest addition posts about our sex life online. 

The bastard even video us having sex without me knowing and he posts it on the wed. I mean that just mess up isn't it, Samantha?" she asks her friend as the frustration boils up inside her more and more. 

"Well, that is mess up, but why did you call me out here so that I can watch your mope about some guy breaking your heart again, Erica?" Samantha asks. 

"Because you are my best friend and best friend share each other pain, now drink up and wash all your problems away with me Samantha." 

"I don't have any problems in life." Is what her friend wanted to say but keeps it to herself so that she does not hurt her moody friend anymore.  

Erica then orders a cocktail to drink and begin to throw it down her mouth like she is drinking water. "Hey, are you sure you should be drinking on a night like this? don't you have work tomorrow?" Samantha asks feeling a little concerned for her friend. "Does it matter?" she asks as she continues to drink. 

"Yes, you are a teacher you need to set an example," Samantha said. "Who care they are just kids; they wouldn't understand what is going on in an adult life, especially my," Erica replied sounding a little tipsy from all the cocktails. 

"Bartender more please!!" Erica yells. "No, no more that is enough Erica!" Samantha shouted. She holds Erica back from ordering anymore. "Let me go," Erica struggle to get Samantha off her back. "Another heart break for your friend Samantha?" the bartender asks. "Sorry about all this Tony." Samantha apologizes. 

"It's part of the job so don't apologize," the brown hair gentle eyes male replied to her gently. Erica then suddenly throws herself on the counter where tony stands behind. "Tony my man, what do you think about going out with me?" Erica asks while still drunk. 

"Tony is only 20, isn't he a bit too young for you?" Samantha asks. "The younger the better, so what do you say Tony do you want a piece of me?" Erica said while wobbling around showimg just how drunk she is. 

Samantha is there trying her best to hold her up so that she doesn't crash to the ground. "Sorry but I already have someone," Tony replied giving a gentle smile. "Are you two happy together?" Erica asks softly. "More than happy," Tony replied with his pearly white teeth.

"You see Samantha, all these guys are the same. Already have someone in their life and happy, but yet they are still trying to make a move on me!" she yelled. "You are delusional, I'm pretty sure that you were the one trying to make a move on me, and I deny your offer because I already have a girlfriend," Tony softly said. 

"You really are drunk; I should really take her home, bye Tony," Samantha said lifting Erica by her shoulder. After leaving the bar carrying Erica on her shoulder. They went into the parking lot where Samantha car is. Once she got to her car, she puts Erica in the back seat and took her back to her apartment. "Sam, I feel awful please do something," Erica starts to complain.

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