A bar

"Driver, take us to that bar down the street," Miranda tells their limo driver as her and Carrie pile back into the back seat, ready to hit the town.

When they arrive at the bar, the girls walk in and immediately start flaunting their tight bodies, strutting from side to side as they walk in and announce to the bartender that they were there to get drunk.

"You know, you were right Miranda," Carrie whispers to her as they await their first drinks of the evening, two margaritas, "this does feel pretty good to be in here without any worries tonight."

"Stick with me Carrie," she tells her, teasing the boys in the bar by taking Carrie's hand and putting it up her red skirt, "and we'll both have fun tonight. Lots of it."

"Make the next round a double," Miranda says to the bartender as a group of five men sit down at the bar around the sexy country stars, openly leering at them.

"We couldn't help but notice that you two look a lot like Carrie Underwood and Miranda Lambert," one of the men, named Jeff, says to them, "but I don't think you are. Cause they're married. And I don't see any rings on your fingers tonight."

"It's us Jeff," Miranda says to him after asking his name, taking his hand and sliding it up her leg and under her skirt, "and as far as us being married, tonight, we're not. Isn't that right, Carrie?"

"UH," Carrie moans as one of the other men, named Will, paws at her long legs, causing her to open them slightly, inviting him to start pawing at the area between her legs, turning Carrie on in spite of herself, "nope. We're definitely not married tonight."