“So should you,” Bridgette said as she leaned in a little closer. “They’re nice people, and they like you. If you still want to go, let’s go. If you’re worried about you being a little older, though, don’t.”
Monica appeared to be thinking and said, “I’ll finish my drink and then go to the hotel.”
“Okay,” Bridgette replied with a satisfied nod.
“What are you two talking about?” Jill asked.
“You being drunk,” Bridgette offered in response.
“I’m tipsy; there’s a difference.”
“Do you all do this every night?” Monica asked.
“Every night? No way.” Melinda laughed. “We might have a drink once a week or something, but Kyle just moved here and we have new things to celebrate. We haven’t done a crawl like this in a while.”
“Years,” Bridgette added.
“Yeah, probably,” Melinda said.
“Didn’t you two do one of these when Toya broke up with Bridge?” Jill asked.
Bridgette shook her head and replied, “We went for drinks and got drunk, but not a crawl.”
“Toya?” Monica asked.
“Ex-girlfriend. You might have seen her at the piano bar.”
Monica nodded slowly and stared into Bridgette’s eyes.
“How long ago did you two break up again?”
“Eight months. Together for six.”
“And she was at the bar with you?”
“No, she stopped by. Not for me, though.”
“Any new prospects?” Kyle asked as she took a drink.
“Prospects?” Bridgette asked her.
“For lady loves.”
“Uh…” Bridgette picked up her glass and said, “No, not really.”
“No?” Melinda lifted an eyebrow.
“Mel…”
“What?” Monica asked, looking back and forth between them.
“Nothing,” Bridgette said. “How’s your drink coming along?”
“I’m almost done,” Monica replied.
“Want to get out of here?”
“You just told me you–”