“Is there a bathroom in here?” Vicki asked, trying to wipe the soda off her dress. Luke pointed to a beaded door off to the left and Vicki dissapeared.

“Wow, Mara, your friend is hot,” Luke gushed, “You think she’d be interested?”

“No,” I glared at him. Vicki struggled her way out of the bead door, I followed after her and headed for the door.

“What’s wrong?” Vicki asked as we stood outside.

“I’m pretty much over the fact that every guy likes you better than me,” I said.

“What?” Vicki asked confused.

“Luke,” was all I could say.

“Luke too?” Vicki gasped, “I mean…”

“No, Vick, its okay. You can’t help that you’re so attractive to guys. You’ve got that whole Marilyn Monroe vibe just emanating from your every pore. Me? I’m just that chick who obsesses over comic books and horror films and says really snotty things to everyone,” I said.

“I think I’ll just stick to being madly in love with Tom Waits, and if no other prospects come along,” I said, “I’ll just buy some cats.”