Heading to lunch.

Beth closed the her laptop and went to change the laundry. While she did that, she got a text from Lindsay, her former roommate and lunch date.

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.{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
}
{if Career =5}They had started dancing together in clubs, and Lindsay still did a shift on the weekends occasionally when Horace begged her. She was one of the biggest draws, and had many loyal and horny worshipers. She preferred to string along a series of sugar daddies to pay the bills these days, though she had a little trouble with the idea of fidelity. {endif
}{if Formation = 5
}All in all, she was a kind of Tyler Durden-esque image of what Beth sometimes wished she could be. {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: We still doing lunch?
Beth: You know it. Where do you want to eat?
Lindsay: Little Dom's of course
Beth: lol still trying to {if Formation = 1}get with{else}fuck{endif} that waiter.... Jake?
Lindsay:u no me too well, grl high noon?
Beth smiled as she dolled up a little and headed out to meet her friend.