" Sorry Debs," I said, in truth I was a bit unhappy with myself at my behavour."Yeah, he wants to see you again," she didn't seem at all happy about i...t, "anyway he's going to introduce me to this Fashion Photographer friend, reckons I've got talent." Oh," I said, now I was dead jealous of her, I've always wanted to be a model. "When you going then?" I asked."Don't know yet, but probably next weekend," she said, "he's got to arrange it yet." Bitch I though, but still she's still my only friend,. As the night turned to dusk, the group at the bar dwindled. Majority of my friends had came and left, leaving me with balloons and empty shot glasses all around me. I felt so loved by my friends. Just last week, they threw me a surprise party just incase I wouldn’t remember who showed up tonight. Anyhow, my friend Shannon was in charge of me tonight, getting me drunk and then taking me home – she’s my comfort. But, this was my day! I was completely drunk but I wanted to stay out until the bar. Without a word, she wandered off to her own chair by the mirror and studied her own freckled face, damp strands of hair plastered to the forehead, with its oriental eyes and full red lips, and tried to reassure herself that in some way that she’d never before suspected she was not after all unattractive. How could it be that anyone, male or female, would not succumb to her beauty? Especially a woman who only moments ago was clearly enjoying her body, and whose stated preference was indeed for. The man sat on a chair and said: "Well, if we aren't going to fuck we can still talk a bit" the woman sat on a chair, looked at the man in the eyes and said with a relaxed tone: "Sure".The two chatted a little about irrelevant stuff and Brian, in the men's room started relaxing, to the point that he looked at the other guys there and told them: "You see? My mom is not a cheap whore, this is going to be a breeze"Meanwhile behind the scenes the Managers of the show weren't happy with the results.