Brooke, Melody, and Charlotte at the bar.

The thing about friends, Charlotte mused, was that everyone had something different to offer. For example, Mariah was kind and compassionate; she cared more than anyone else that Charlotte had ever met in her life. On the other hand, poor old Mar was a major stick-in-the-mud, and she had a tendency to ruin fun by worrying. Thankfully, though, she didn't have much of a tolerance for ****, and she tended to pass out before anyone else in their group of friends.

The same largely went for Samantha and Emma. They were great women, but they were total lightweights. Very pleasant to be around, but when it came down to seriously drink, there was no one that Charlotte could count on more than Brooke and Melody. Sadly, that meant that she might be losing one of her very best drinking buddies (as well as one of her best friends) when Melody moved away.

Mariah, Emma, and Samantha were all completely incoherent. Mariah and Emma looked to be completely passed out, while Samantha was nearly comatose herself. Brooke, Melody, and Charlotte, on the other hand, were still going strong. They had been doing shots every once in a while for what felt like hours now, and while they were annihilated, they were still having plenty of fun, too. They laughed and teased and jeered at one another, reminding each other of old times, old flames, and old shames. It was exactly what Charlotte had wanted it to be when she had started planning this bachelorette party.

That said, it was getting a bit boring. Charlotte didn't like drinking in the same place for very long, and they had been in the Sea Resort bar for a while now. She led the other two up to the bar, stumbling as she went, and signaled the bartender-- the tall, dark man that had caught all of their attentions when they had first come to the bar.

"Good evening," Charlotte purred, staring at the deep V in his black dress shirt.

"Good evening," the man purred back, leaning on the bar. "My name is Miguel. Can I get you beautiful ladies anything to drink?"

"In a second," Charlotte said. "Before that. If we three get out of here, could you keep an eye on those three over there? There could be some shady shit going on."

Miguel smiled. "It would be my pleasure," he said.

Charlotte smiled back. "Fucking fantastic," she said.