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with another girl this morning,” Jill tells us causally as if she were advising us of the weather.
    “Oh no!” Dee gasps, much more horrified than Jill seems to be. “I’m so sorry.”
    “Eh,” Jill waves her worries away. “He wasn’t much of a catch anyway. I’m just pissed because I made him soup when he said he wasn’t feeling well, and when I went to his apartment I saw him balls deep inside another girl. He didn’t see me,” she rolls her eyes, “so I left and he’s been texting me all day, trying to figure out why I’m not responding.”
    Dee pats Jill’s shoulder while my mind comes up with the perfect plan, befitting of a cheating bastard.
    “Do you still have the soup you made him?” I ask, smiling back at Dee and my new friends.
    “Yeah.” Jill grins back at me, while Dee squeezes my arm with an almost silent squeal.
    “That’s L.A. Casey!” Dee whispers excitedly in my ear.
    “Go finger her,” I whisper back. “Then bring her back over here,” I say more loudly. “She can help us with our mission.”
    Dee nods at me while Jill and Kelly look back at me curiously.
    ***
    “More!” I shout over the giggles bouncing off the walls in our hotel room.
    “More what?” L.A., better known as Lee, asks. “Wine?”
    “Laxatives.” I pass three more tablets to Kelly for her to smash and put in the ex-douchebag’s chicken soup.
    “We don’t want to kill him,” Dee warns and I roll my eyes at her.
    “We’re not gonna kill him. Just give him severe diarrhea,” I declare, sending the girls into another fit of laughter.
    “One more tablet,” Jill compromises, taking it from Kelly and crushing the last tablet finely before mixing it into the soup. “And… we’re done!”
    “Before you go, a toast.” I make sure everyone has their wine glasses in hand. “To douchebags everywhere.”
    “May they forever shit themselves,” Lee adds. 
    “And think of us, the women who destroyed them, as they pray to the porcelain goddess.”
    We raise our glasses and drink in celebration to our womanhood and overall superiority before we part ways for the night.
     

Dee was right! I think we killed him…
    Still drunk, I laugh at the incoming text from Jill, but Dee nudges my ribs hard, so I try to put on my serious face.
    What???
    Dee replies to the group text.
    Going to ER. Will keep you posted.
    “We should meet her at the hospital,” Dee, always the rational one, tells me.
    “Okay,” I agree, quickly sending a text to the whole group asking what hospital they’re going to so we can meet Jill there.
    After a few minutes, Dee and I are in the car heading to the hospital and I can’t help the laughter bubbling up inside of me while Dee’s face remains serious. Rarely one to over indulge in alcohol, Dee’s state of sobriety is both annoying and reassuring, because lets face it, I couldn’t walk a straight line right now if my life depended on it.
    “Chill, chick,” I tell her between the laughter. “We didn’t kill him.”
    She narrows her eyes at me as she drives, unwilling to see the humor behind any of the diarrhea jokes I’ve made.
    Once at the hospital, we run into Kelly in the lobby who, like me, is finding it difficult to keep a straight face. Which just goes to prove things can’t be that dire, especially if Jill’s good friend is laughing.
    “You two are ridiculous,” Dee declares with a small smile as she hunts for Jill.
    Not wanting to crowd the patient room, Kelly and I sit in the back of the waiting room while we wait for word from Dee and Jill. Time passes swiftly as we get to know each other and gossip about the drama that surrounds the indie publishing community. And believe me, there is a lot of drama. Enough to write hundreds of full length books on.
    I’m just glad Dee has been able to stay away from all of it. I’d hate for us to have to go back to our crazy roots and show these chicks how we scrap at the nut farm. Not that I actually use the word scrap, or