A text from a friend.

Buoyed by this new opportunity, Beth practically bounced her way through changing the laundry until she got a buzz from her phone.
It was a text from Lindsay, her old roommate and best friend.

Lindsay Greer had been her friend since Beth's sophomore year of college. Despite being a year behind, Lindsay had been mature, worldly, fun, encouraging and a constant partner for youthful antics. {if Formation = 5
}If there had been any hope that Beth wouldn't have spent her time in college getting as much dick as she could, being Lindsay's roommate had sent them sailing. She had been an enabler and accomplice, and was still a loose cannon in that department, in contrast to Beth's own efforts to "grow up" a little.
All in all, she was a kind of Tyler Durden-esque image of what Beth sometimes wished she could be. {elseif Formation = 2
}They had been two peas in a pod, and had definitely encouraged each other's sexual explorations. Lindsay had been, and still was, the wilder of the two of them, though. {elseif Formation = 1
}She sometimes didn't understand how they were so close. Lindsay had been a yin to her yang: the slut to Beth's shy prude, the partyer to Beth's studious diligence. She guessed it was because Lindsay had always teased her playfully, rather than shamed her. And Beth had to admit, she did a little vicarious living through Lindsay and her stories. {endif
}Lindsay was a bad influence, through and through, and Beth loved her.

Lindsay: sup slut
Beth:sup {if Formation = 1
}{else
}bitch{endif
}
Their traditional greeting made her smile.
Lindsay: are you free for lunch today
Beth: have to work at 330
Lindsay: so you are free
Beth: I guess
Lindsay: great, i'll see you at little dom's at noon.
Beth: lol... sure.

Beth shook her head. Lindsay was like that: pushy and incorrigible. There was a cute waiter named Jake at Little Dom's, and Lindsay wouldn't be satisfied until she had gotten him in the sack.

Beth dolled up and headed out to meet her around noon.