She can't do it this way

Tossing her phone onto Fran's couch, she scoffed. "If I'm going to let some stranger be my next...I'm gonna need to be too drunk to know who I picked." She started walking out the door, Fran following close by.

"Well, I know a bar that's popular with college students. Someone there's bound to catch your eye."

Sure. Fuck it. Sally handed Fran her keys. "Great. Mind driving? I don't think I'll be fit for it later."

"No problem.", Fran smiled and grabbed the keys. When they arrived, Sally wasted no time in ordering a half glass of rum. Neat, no ice. Fran cocked an eyebrow, "Sal? You...sure you don't want to pace it?"

"I'm sure... I just need to find something to take my mind off of this."

Fran stayed close by, almost nagging with her reminders to take it slow. She watched helplessly as her best friend tried to drown her emotions with anything they'd give her. Even taking shots from any would be fuck boy that offered, thinking they'd get to take her home if they bought her a drink. Fran sighed, knowing that one of them would probably be right.