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like?”
    “Don’t
start.” Jane warned with a dangerous look in Chloe’s direction. “She’s just
trying to bait you.”
    Chloe
looked from Jane to Lily and back to Jane before shrugging her shoulders. “I
don’t mind being baited.”
    “So,
what does she look like?” Lily asked again.”
    “Well,”
Chloe began, “If Jane actually admitted to having a type this girl would fit it
perfectly.”
     “Very
soft butch and with healthy dash of hipster?” Lily nodded before spearing
another piece of chicken. “I bet she wears glasses. God, she’s a chapstick .”
     “I’m
not sure about the glasses, but you got the rest right.” Chloe stated as she
reached for the little plastic pot of duck sauce. “I don’t know any specific
details because I never got really close but she fit the general stats. Tall,
thin with a great set of shoulders, a little on the flat-chested side. Dark
brown hair, choppy cut with side swept bangs. Jeans and a button-down shirt.”
    “What
about her face?” Lily asked to Jane’s dismay.
    “Can
the two of you please stop?”
    Chloe
stared at her for a moment before giving her a sweet smile and turning back to
Lily who, at the moment, seemed to be hanging on her every word. “Very pretty
face, not too boyish and she had great skin.”
    “And
this is your ‘details free’ description?” Jane shook her head and stuffed a crab
Rangoon in her mouth.
    “I
didn’t get eye color but she had a good set of lips.” Chloe said between bites
of food. “Very kissable-”
     “This
part of the conversation needs to be over.” Jane interrupted them with a nasty
scowl.
    “Why?”
Lily asked.
    “Because
it’s a waste of time.” Jane reached into her skirt pocket, pulled out the
napkin with Harper’s number on it and tossed it onto the coffee table. “I’m not
calling or texting and she’s not sitting around waiting for me to call or text
so you can speculate to your heart’s content but none of it matters.”
    “What’s
her name?” Lily picked up the napkin and examined it before setting it back on
the table between them.
    “Harper.”
Chloe announced with less enthusiasm than she had when talking about the girl’s
physical attributes.
    “Oh,
Nice” Lily grinned. “Very bookish.”
    “We
have more interesting things to talk about.” Jane tried one more time to
distract her friends with less than stellar results. “Like, what kinds of drugs
Lily has in her purse tonight?”
     “Fine,”
Chloe sighed, “but she's totally hot and totally into you and you could really
use a hot girl who's totally into you.”
    “And
you use the word ‘totally’ way too much.” Jane reveled in her ability to point
out the obvious as wall her natural flair for changing the subject.
    “You’re
being an idiot,” Lily said as she picked up her oversized Berkin bag and set it
in her lap.
    “Well,
maybe I enjoy being an idiot.” Jane shot back.
    “Well,
maybe you do.” Lily smiled as she produced two large bottles of pills and set
them on the table. “And maybe you're just an insolent brat who needs to get
laid.”
    “I'm
not a brat.”
    “So
you're sticking with insolent and needing to get laid ?” Lily
nodded as though she’d suddenly been given proof that the depths of Jane’s soul
didn’t run much deeper than a muddy puddle on a hot day in July.
    “Why
don’t we contemplate my sad, pathetic existence after you get those pills
crushed up and ready to go?”
    “Don’t
crush mine.” Chloe made a stink face. “I hate snorting anything.”
    “Did
it ever occur to you, Jane, that all I’m trying to do is to encourage you to
engage in a healthy human interaction every once in a while.” Lily popped open
both bottles and started making three small piles of pills. “No crushing, it’s
Valium and Xanax and I’d like all of us to wake up tomorrow.”
    “Why
on earth would you encourage more human interaction when I work in a bar?” Jane
rolled her eyes.  “Seriously, I