Beer, Spaghetti, and Pharmaceuticals ||COMPLETED||

Three

A/n: This chapter is so long, I'm sorry! It will definitely be split into parts in the upcoming weeks!
Even so, it's a fun chapter! Hope you enjoy! :)
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That had to be the longest day of Alice's life. Any other day she would find herself spending some time at her brother's, go to work, then come home to a glass of wine, ice cream, and cheesy sitcoms. On this particular Thursday, however, it was already eleven o'clock at night and she wasn't even done socializing. Deciding to forego glasses entirely, she grabbed the full bottle of wine pressed it to her lips before lying flat on her back in the middle of her living room floor.

She lived in a tiny little house with horrible pipes in the impoverished residential area of Forrest Lawn. In other words, it was the neighborhood parents warned their children about.

From the outside, the house looked a bit like a meth lab. Cracked siding, barred up windows from previous renters, and a broken fence gave the house that nice "quick-speed-walk-past-this-house" touch. However, after living there for nearly five years, the inside had actually turned into something quite cute and cozy. Candles or oil diffusers were found on most surfaces, framed band and movie posters hung on the mauve walls, but her favorite part was the small balcony in her back yard which housed many drunken nights between her and Emily. Overall, her place wasn't amazing, but it was cheap and it had become her home.

As she clutched the bottle of wine to her chest, wondering how the hell she found herself in this predicament, her front door flew open. The familiar woman's voice filled her ears. "Ohh, it's a straight out of the wine bottle night, I see."

"Yup," Alice said, propping herself up to grimace at Emily.

In Alice's opinion, Emily was one of the most fascinating women that she had ever met.

After spending her entire high school career trying to convince the world that she was 'emo' or 'punk' or whatever, Emily finally swapped her dyed black hair for her natural platinum blonde locks. Her chocolate addiction had been replaced with an addiction to yoga and cardio, which naturally turned her once chubby body into a skinny, delicate, perfect temple that every man in her presence fell for.

Emily grabbed the bottle of wine and pressed it to her lips, taking a seat next to Alice on the ground. Her dazzling green eyes, which matched her emerald crop-top perfectly, stared at Alice's lifeless body and she frowned. "By the looks of it, I think I had a better night than you."

Alice peeled her body off the ground to sit cross legged beside Emily. "Yeah, how was 'Jim From the Gym'?" she asked with a smirk. "Please, temporarily distract me from the hole I've dug for myself."

A light shade of pink crept over Emily's face. "Oh, you know...he tossed me around like a blow-up doll for a few hours. The usual." She winked.

"That is so romantic," Alice giggled. "Every little girl dreams of being a blow-up doll one day."

"He was sooo hot, Alice, oh my god," Emily groaned, throwing her face in her hands. "A total Greek god. I want to make a little home on his abs and live there for the rest of my life."

"You gonna see him again?"

Emily shrugged. "I'm not sure. He said he's going to start taking my yoga classes. I'm seriously hoping he doesn't. He was a little dumb...not to mention a little clingy," she said. "But, if he wants to have another strict sex-only-marathon I probably wouldn't object."

Alice took a swig of the wine as she giggled at her friend's views on relationships. Honestly, Alice admired Emily for her lack of desire to ever have a relationship. They had been friends since they were babies, practically sisters, despite having very little in common besides their love for each other and dry sense of humour. Throughout that time, Emily never had a monogamous boyfriend. Ever.