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years older than Casha and me.
         “I am working right now. I am answering the Love Notes. I don’t have time to go out.” I retort hoping that my work excuse make them give me a break this one time.
         “You have to make time. We aren’t letting you off the hook this time Star. We are having a girl’s night out.” Casha gangs up on me too. She usually has my back when I use the work excuse.
         “All right, I will go.” I give in to their girl’s night out invitation— well girl’s night out ritual.
         We usually go out once a week. Actually I was the one who started the ritual so that we can connect with each other. Taryn just got married last year and Casha is engaged to be married. They promised me that they would go out with me once a week and not become old married hags who never spend any time with their friends. I really believe they use the girl’s night out as a mating call for me, since I am the only single one out of us three.
         “Wait, where are we going?” I inquire wondering what establishment they have in mind. I know from their ensembles that we aren’t going out to eat.
         “There is this new dive bar and grille called, “Barcode” in Atlanta that just opened up. I heard that all the hot guys go there. Tonight is Wild Out Wednesday.” Taryn answers pushing me towards my bedroom closet.  
         “You two know I don’t do dive bars. The last time we went to one, a fight broke out and I got drenched in beer— and almost got hit in the head with a bottle. I think I will pass.” I tell them in serious tone.
         I am not in the mood to have to fight off drunken guys who only want to cause a ruckus.
         “Star, this dive bar is different trust me. It has a upscale twist, a cozy fireside lounge, great music and did I mention the hot guys. ” Taryn states placing an emphasis on hot guys . She knows I have a sweet tooth and male eye candy is my weakness.
         I get dressed with haste. Casha applies my makeup and does my hair. Casha and Taryn always tells me that I should be a plus-size supermodel.
         They aren’t the first to tell me that. I much prefer
    being behind the scenes than in front of a camera.
         Casha applies the finishing touches. I give myself a
    quick glance in the mirror before walking out of my front door. Taryn convinced me to wear this short cobalt blue bodycon dress I am wearing. I feel so sexy and attractive in this dress. I brought it in on a whim. The five inch silver stiletto heels lace up my ankle showcasing my calves and luscious legs.
         I told myself that this year, I was going to take more fashion risks and wear what I like . No matter if society says big girls should or should not wear it. It feels exhilarating not caring about what anyone thinks about me for once.
        We depart from my house. We get in to Taryn’s new Bentley convertible that Wes, her NFL husband, just brought her. She has tried to hook me up with one of his friends a couple of times but I told her I wasn’t ready to date.
         I think that a part of me still wanted Brent. A part of me wanted him to come running back to me. Pleading for my love again— I know that isn’t happening. After what occurred yesterday, I don’t even want him too. I am over him and damn it feels so good.
        We reach Barcode. The parking lot is jammed pack and the music is blaring from within the bar.
         As soon as we step out of the car, I can tell that this is not the typical watering hole. Th ere is definitely a glaring difference in this dive bar and the ones we normally frequent.
         We enter Barcode and make our way to the bar.
    Brent’s heavy metal band named M7, song “Bittersweet
    Memories” comes on.
         Holy hell, I can’t escape my ex. Even in this large metropolis.
         Luckily, I see the bartender coming over to get our drink order s distracting me from the sound of Brent’s