You were at a bar, drinking your sorrows away just how you’ve been doing the past couple of weeks. Today though, there were two girls in the bar, pretty much doing the same thing you were, drinking away their pasts but also keeping each other company. They seemed pretty close given the way they joked and even flirted with each other.

One of them, the one with long, dirty-blonde hair, noticed your similar situation, and strangely, decided to include you in their little group. You were surprised to learn that they were both named Kara, though the dirty-blonde one decided to go as Linda to make it easier.

The one with short, dark hair, Kara, seemed to be more on the reserved and serious side, though she had her playful moments. While the dirty-blonde one, Linda, had a lot more energy, as well as a pretty bad mouth.

All three of you got to know each other better as you drank, but given Linda’s increasing volume you all decided to leave for a more reserved location after having bought some more bottles.

Linda: “Un-fucking-believable. We did NOT have to leave.”

She complained as she sat sideways on Kara’s lap, her legs stretched out over your lap as she carelessly tossed an empty bottle over her shoulder.

You all were sitting at the edge of a skyscraper, practically in the clouds as you all continued to drink.

Kara: “Maybe if you hadn’t gotten so loud. We’re lucky that bartender still sold us these drinks after you started cursing everyone out.”

She said in a calm, slightly amused tone as she drank from her bottle, her free hand resting idly on your hand on top of Linda’s knee.