Emily, a woman scorned

All her life, Emily had tried to do things by the book. It was like everything had been mapped out since she was in high school. Study hard, go to college, study harder, become a lawyer, meet a man, get married and have some kids. Up until recently, things had been right on track. That was until her scumbag husband decided to cheat on her with some hooker he found online.

The weeks following had been an endless cycle of work, whole tubs of ice-cream and crying herself to sleep each night. The thing to finally end the cycle was her old friend Val from college. Val was everything Emily wasn't. Spontaneous, eccentric, extroverted and perhaps a little too wild if the stories from back in college were to be believed. Perhaps this stark contrast was what got Emily out of her rut, alongside the fact the pair hadn't spoken to one another in years. When Val reached out telling Emily they were going out for drinks, a spark of hope was lit. If anyone could brighten her mood it was her old friend Val.

"I just don't understand how he could ruin our entire marriage for one night of sleeping with that... whore!" Emily shouts loud enough for a few people to turn their heads.

The three drinks she had whilst waiting for Val to arrive have reduced the shame she would normally feel airing out her dirty laundry in a bar full of strangers and raised her volume a few decibels. Her old friend sits across from her in the booth, twirling her drink with her straw, her chin rested on the palm of her hand as she looks bored enough to fall asleep. Despite how unentertained she appears, her eyes haven't stopped staring at her friend with a pitiful look since she arrived.

The two of them are dressed just as far apart from one another as their personalities are. Whilst Emily has put minimal effort into her appearance, squeezing into her old jeans which are a tight fit thanks to all the ice-cream, and chucking any old t-shirt on, Val is fully dolled up for a night out on the town. Her hair and make-up are fully done up and she's wearing a tiny pink mini-dress so short it would give a nun a heart attack.

Emily is pretty confident that her friend isn't wearing a bra underneath either, given she can pretty clearly see her nipples poking through the dress. Val never was one to shy away from dressing provocatively. From what Emily heard, she used to love the attention her skimpy outfits would get her in college, especially from the guys on the football team.

"Alright shut up." Val says harshly, interrupting her friend who has been droning on and on for 15 minutes now about how miserable she is.

Emily immediately stops talking, her face suddenly going pale and still as she's stunned by her friend's crude tone.

"Now I know you're going through a tough time right now, but I didn't invite you out tonight to listen to you cry about your husband." Val says bluntly.

"What... what did you invite me out for then?" Emily asks timidly.

"To help you get over him stupid. I figured it's been weeks now since you found out and you'd be ready to move on from the depressed stage to the **** stage." Val says with a smile.

"**** stage?" Emily asks.

"Yeah you know, get dressed up, go out for the night, hook up with a stranger..." Val says, trailing off.

"I don't know..." Emily starts.

"Come on, just trust me. I know you're all book smart and everything, but when it comes to these things just take my advice." Val says.

Emily looks at her friend for some time contemplating her suggestion. This was never really the sort of thing she would do, but then again her current approach to life hadn't exactly worked out so well thus far. Perhaps she should take some advice from her friend.

"Ok... let's do it. Let's have some fun." Emily says, her mood improving.

"That's what I like to hear. First stop, shots. Then we need to get you a change of clothes." Val says, eyeballing her friend with a look of disgust.