Ali rode home with Bree, talking but not as much as usual so Bree probably knew Ali was thinking about something.<br/><br/>She smiled at her best friend. "Yeah, I'll be ready in an hour so just come over when you're ready. Wanna take my car or yours?" Going out always brightened her up, but if Jim would be trying to flirt with Bree all night then it wouldn't do much for her, she didn't want to think about that though.<br/><br/>Ali showered and let her hair dry naturally, it would dry in soft waves that flowed to the middle of her back. She dressed in a light blue, form-fitting sweater that showed a bit more cleavage than the shirt she had worn to work had, with a pair of black jeans that could've been painted on...all of her jeans fit her that way. Slipping one of her favorite pairs of shoes on, some gold Louboutin's that a former client had bought her, Ali put her make-up on and put the finishing touches on her hair. She glanced at the clock and decided to go ahead and call her friend.<br/>