It's eight o'clock in the morning in a messy little two-bedroom apartment.  There's a kitchen / living room with a ratty couch probably from a Salvation Army trash heap, surrounded by two bean bags that are substitutes for end-tables.  Pillows are all over the floor and dishes are piling up in the sink.

"Buzz," went the alarm clock.

            "Ugh," moaned a half-asleep, half-hung over Brynn.  The only daughter of a widower and the only girl in the house with a false look of intelligence, due to her mousy brown hair, as opposed to her platinum blonde roommate, Abby.  "Time to start killing whoever invented the keg party and find a minimum wage hell hole to work at."

            In the next room her best friend appeared to be alive, a huge relief to Brynn considering the amount of alcohol Abby had the night before.  Drooling, as most men did when they looked at her, Abby was hardly ready to get up and find work.

            "C'mon, you gotta get off your ass and get dressed," said Brynn shaking Abby's shoulders.

            "No," whined Abby turning away.  "I'm dreaming about a real hottie so beat it."

            "Fine," gritted Brynn through her teeth throwing her arms in the air.  She walked to the sink, filled two pitchers with water and returned to Abby's bed.  She poured it all over her.  Slowly, she backed into the bathroom.

            "Die!" screamed Abby squirting water from a pink plastic gun at an already agitated Brynn.

            "So it's gonna be like that then, huh?" questioned the water gun toting Brynn.  She reached for the purple pistol and began her defense.

            The blonde retreated behind the couch in the living room while the brunette stayed hunched near the doorway to the kitchen.  They sprayed each other until their ammo was on empty.

            "Damn, I'm out," whispered Brynn to herself.  "Gotta make a run for it."

            She then did what resembled a jump often seen in Keanu Reeves-style movies to get to the sink and reload.  Abby jumped at the heels of her prey.

"You always gotta get 'em when they're not expecting it.  You should know that.  Prepare to be blown away," said Abby very coolly and calmly with her water gun pressed against Brynn's back.

            "Not today beotch," said Brynn spinning around holding the sink's hose attachment in front of Abby's chest.  "Feeling lucky today, punk?  Well do ya?"

            "Go ahead and shoot me.  I'm used to winning wet T-shirt contests unlike some stuck-up prudes," laughed Abby.

            "Sorry that I don't flash male strippers at a stupid club," said Brynn while disarming her opponent.  "Especially one's named Rusty Hammer."

            "Don't start on him," whined Abby with a slight pout.  "He's sweet.  It's not his fault that he has a porn star name.  He was named after his dad."

            "Yeah, well we've got an interview there in about half an hour for bartending jobs," added Brynn. There of course meaning the hippest club in town, The Grind, where the two were often seen getting drunk off of shots of liquor in Abby's case, while beer guzzling and Jell-O shooters were Brynn's weaknesses.  Even though the girls weren't alcoholics, addicts or stoners, they did like to party.  Not only party, but make everything from a new birth to sharpening a pencil an occasion.  They weren't really slackers, they just weren't all there.

            When the girls arrived at the bar, they were greeted by their friend with an extremely warm welcome.

            "What's up ladies?" asked Abby's dream man, ex-stripper Rusty Hammer, recently turned club-owner and bartender.  "How's it shakin Abby?"

            "Just fine babe," flirted Abby batting her eyelashes.

            "We're here for the interview, remember?" intruded Brynn.  "I mean, I know you two need to catch up and everything, but we need jobs."

            "Right," said Rusty struggling to keep his eyes away from the view of Abby's chest.  "You got it."

            "Great!" yelped Abby jumping for joy, much to the excitement of Rusty.  "When do we start?"

            "Tomorrow night," said Rusty pointing to a door which led to a back room.  "I've got special clients having a poker game rent out the place for the night, but you can hang out."

            "Cool!  What do you want to do?" asked Abby.

            Rusty looked Abby up and down and said, "I can think of a few things."

            Abby giggled, only to be stopped by Brynn.  "I'll go, I have to go see my brother for lunch.  Bye guys," said Brynn leaving, but coming back to say to Rusty and Abby, who were kissing shamelessly.  "Keep it G-rated.  You haven't even had a real date yet."