"Yeah, me too." Bridget sniped, looking to Rachel as she took a seat on a bar stool. She wriggled on the stool, trying to get comfortable with her dress sticking to her skin. Her irritation was clear on her face. "Fucking douchebag." she grumbled as she tugged on the cloth of her dress. She let out a frustrated growl.<br/><br/>Quite frankly she was ready to leave, because she didn't fancy sitting around in a wet dress all night, and the music was starting to give her a headache. The only reason she didn't grab her keys and purse was because of Rachel. She didn't want to ruin Rachel's good time. At least one of them seemed to be having a good time.<br/><br/>Bridget let out a sigh to herself, and decided to give it a little while longer. Thirty minutes or an hour wouldn't kill her, she supposed.