"Do I look like a slut?" Ally asked me and twirled around in her dress.
"Um...no?" I said.
"Darn! I thought this dress was slutty enough," she pouted.
"Sorry, what? Are you trying to look like a slut? I don't get it," I gave her a puzzled look.
"Do you remember Pete Wallace, my high school crush? Ally asked.
"Vaguely," I shrugged.
"Well, he'd be there, and I am older and hotter, so I'm going to try to seduce him," Ally grinned.
"What if he is married?" I chuckled.
"He isn't. I stalked his social media," Ally remarked.
"You're nuts. But whatever. At least you don't have to face your ex tormentors," I winced.
Ally frowned. "Are you still worried?"
"I know they can't do anything to me now, but still...I don't want to see their ugly faces. Especially Brian's," I said.
"You know...
