While Jacks and Kelly left his apartment, Bess was finally ready, after a painfully long time to make up her mind on what shoes to wear. Her friend was lying on the couch fumbling with her phone as she waited, but she would get up every now and then and check if the other girl was ready to go. When she finally announced they could leave, Maggie let out a sigh. "Finally. I thought you were showing up in a fucking wedding dress, not even brides take that long."<br/><br/>"Shut up, bitch. Let's go. You gonna pay for the cab there too?"<br/><br/>Maggie rolled her eyes and nodded. "Told you, baby. Tonight's my treat."<br/><br/>The two girls, both dressed in black dresses, went down in the elevator, chatting. They were dressed almost exactly like each other, but everything else was different. Maggie was short, plump in the right places, and had dark hair and eyes. Bess was a tall and skinny blonde, with pale blue eyes. They behaved quite differently as well. Bess was very serious about everything, while Maggie had a lighter outlook on life.<br/><br/>As they entered the cab, Bess started the inevitable string of advice. "Why don't you settle down, baby? Meet some nice guy and..."<br/><br/>"...get married and have babies?" Maggie let out a sigh. "Come on, Bess. Look. I know you're just trying to help. But I don't want to, I can't get in a committed relationship right now. Okay, love?"<br/><br/>Bess shook her head. "Give me one reason why not."<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Because I'm a fucking hired gun</span></span>, Maggie thought to herself. "Look. I plan on doing all of this. Meeting a nice, cute, clean-shaven boy, and banging him for the rest of my life. I'd make my mom proud... If I knew who the fuck she is." She shrugged her shoulders. "It's gotta be nice to get home and find someone in there, waiting, and all that. But not now. By now, I just want to have fun. I'm too fucking young to settle."<br/><br/>Bess was about to protest, but they had reached the club. The place wasn't particularly full yet, but it would probably soon be. As they paid for their way in and got their cards, Maggie poked her friend's ribs. "All right, let's make out our planning. If you meet some guy and wanna take him  home with you, or go home with him, text me your card number. What is it? 73, okay. Same goes for me. Mine's 72. Now, come on, let's have a few shots and dance. Night's still young, baby."