Justin Timberlake and Wine | Mel

"You, are the most sincere form of evil." Melanie stated with a glare. Looking over the case herself, Mel sighed before falling back on to the couch. Alright, she would give up. "Just put the stupid JT movie in before I change my mind and go back to the hospital." Now that, that was an empty threat if she had ever made one. She probably wouldn't be able to look Braxton in the eye for a week now, much less head back there right this minute. Even she had limits.

Espn raised her eye brows and grinned before jumping off the couch and running across her apartment. She scooped two wine glasses out of the kitchen and grabbed three bottles, one of each color. Setting the glasses on the shiny surface of her coffee table, she poured herself a glass of rose wine and left the bottles on the table for Melanie to pour herself a glass. Grabbing the remote, she clicked play and watched the movie as the title flashed across the screen.

Alright, so the movie hadn't been that bad. It might have been the several glasses of wine she had consumed talking though. By the time the end credits played, Melanie had to admit that she had teared up just a little bit. It had been funny, if not totally unrealistic. For her sake though, she kind of hoped it was at least a little accurate. "Okays Essy." She finally said, a little bit of a slur in her voice as she leaned her head against her best friend's shoulder. "What now? We watch another movie or do you have something else in mind?" Two days of drinking? Probably not Mel's best idea ever.

Espn raised her eye brows and grinned devilishly, "What's a Sunday night without a party?" She teased, standing up and grabbed Melanie's wrist, dragging her along until they were both in the bedroom, "Pick an outfit with some sparkle, we're going to NYSA!" She said, ignoring Melanie's feelings.

Melanie rolled her eyes before conceding to Espns request.  There was no point in acknowledging that the last time she went to the club in question, she had ended up sleeping with a former best friend. Thank the gods that she didn't have to worry about that with Espn, unless Brax randomly showed up at the club. The fates didn't hate her that much, right?

grabbing the first suitable dress that she saw and a matching pair of shoes, Melanie ducked in to Espns bathroom to change. It was a little more snug, but it appeared that the girls were still almost the same size. What were the odds, after all this time. "Alright, what do you think?" She asked, twirling around so that ESPN could see. How long had it been since she had done something. Like this for the fun of it? Too long. 


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