There they sat, shots of tequila injected into their system and messy hair covering their eyes. Listening to the jukebox music playing an old classic and here they were sitting at the table, not dancing. They loved to dance but here they were, just sitting there. Lifeless, souless, trying to make sense of what had taken over their lives or more of the fact who had taken over their lives. Three beautiful girls, Sarah, Stephanie and Jessica. These girls excused confidence when they stepped into a room together, almost like their were halos shining around their heads and wind blowing in their hair. Life, career all put together, always on top of it. Yet that image seems impossible when their drunken half selves sat at the old 1950's looking bar, drinking their feelings away. Now your probably wondering how the hell did these girls get like this? Well ask them yourselves, I'm just the fucking narrator.
Jessica's P.O.V:
Today* "Okay so your probably wondering why we're sitting here like this? Like what happened to us, because I mean we're like these tough, self independent bad ass woman and all but-"
"What you just say foooooooool?" Sarah asked giggling
"Shut up Sarah, your drunkkkk!" Steph said laughing as well
"You both areeee, oh yeah anyway! Let me you tell my story, where was I? Oh yeah so how we got here, well you gotta flash back to 6 months ago..."
*6 months before*
"LADIES BRING THOSE KNEES UP, THAT BELLY FAT AIN'T GONNA LOSE ITSELF. YOU WANT IT, THEN WORK FOR THAT 6 PACK!" Ms.Nyla our structor screamed
I hate soul cycling, but Steph got a 50% off discount on classes and we had to train, plus apparently this class is where Beyonce usually goes.
"My legs are in painnnnn." Sarah whimpered from the bike next to me and I just laughed, knowing at least I wasn't the only one suffering.
"You should be used to that by now, your the one running every single day at fucking 5am and waking us up." Steph grumbled next to her. She gets grumpy when she's sweaty, but somehow her hair still remains to look perfect when she's a dripping pool of sweat.
"Oh my gosh, that was the worst class ever. EVER. I swear Steph if you take us to another class and we don't see Beyonce, I will run you over with my car." I said only half joking, I love her but she knows half well that I will take that car and run her over twice. Done it on someone else, who says I can't turn on my friends?
"Honey, you wish-" Steph started to say but, suddenly all her pagers beeped at once. Okay yeah yeah, I know pagers? What is this, the 90's or something? No it's 2015 but, our chief likes pagers because people are unable to track us.
"It's Chief, lets get going before we are late again!" Sarah said as we started to rush out the soul cycling classes door.
"Hopefully whatever this is, is worth it because honey I have a date tonight!" I screamed as we jumped into our jet black sports car, yes sports car I know! How pompous and rich of us, but let me tell you something! I built that car with my own two bare hands and it races like a beauty, especially in the dark of night.
"Oh hot date! Isn't it that hot doctor from last week when we took those guys in?" Steph asked nudging my shoulders and all I could do was smile. Not about the hot doctor but, about the guys' asses we kicked last week, oh and not to mention McDreamy that was staring at me across the room. Though it could have been Steph, not sure. Oh sorry I'm off topic, now your probably wondering what I do for a living well-...................."
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Oh sorry dear, seems Jessica has hit that beautiful pitiful moment in the night where she has reached the ultimate stage of drunkness and now is passed out. Oh and look I see three mysterious guys walking these young ladies ways. Sorry loves if you want me to explain to you how the hell this story is going to end, well all I can say it ends in hell. Again that's all I can say, because I'm just the fucking narrator.
