Their wedding rings

"I'm listening Ran," Carrie tells her as country's two sexiest singers get ready to leave for their night of debauchery, dressed as they were for their performance on the awards show.

"Well...since they say that everything that happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, I was thinking we don't have to be married tonight..." she tells Carrie as she slides her wedding ring off of her finger and leaves it in the bathroom, waiting on Carrie to do the same.

"Come on Carrie, slide that ring off for the night girl and let's see what kind of trouble we can get into tonight..." she whispers to her friend, almost like a devil on the shoulder of the singer who always makes it a point to seem as though there are nothing but angels on hers all the time, "or...if we can get any guys into us."

"Ran, listen to yourself," Carrie tells her, having never really seen this side of her friend before, " still debating this whole thing, "if I didn't know any better, I'd swear you were a slut."

"I just need some dick tonight is all," she tells her, waiting on Carrie to ditch her wedding ring so they can get going, "Blake's real busy and it's been a really long time, Carrie. And weren't you telling me a while back that you feel like Mike is ignoring your needs and that you needed some dick really bad, too?"

Thinking about that had suddenly made Carrie very horny, so she slid a hand into her short, tight black shorts and started to finger herself for a few seconds before quickly removing her wedding ring and looking herself in the mirror.

"Let's go," Carrie tells her friend as they step back out into the night, dressed to thrill in their performance outfits which both showed a lot of leg and ready to drink and flirt the night away.