What's this story about? "To say this wasn't a chaotic night was an understatement. 

Maya and Annika went to a bar, just to chill for the Saturday night, and they had no idea they were expecting someone. Annika, as the lanky, awkward friend had no intention to go out this Saturday, but Maya begged her to, so she gave in and went with her. 

They were sitting on the bar stools, Maya's legs crossed demurely with a strawberry daiquiri in her hand. She wore a black, bodycon midi dress with black stilettos, along with makeup and her black curly hair bouncy as always. Annika, on the other hand, was holding a Shirley Temple, since she wasn't quite the confident Swede, and Maya playfully chastised her for her choice of drink as a college woman. 

Annika was in her usual, simplistic style, wearing a Babes In Toyland band tee, her signature denim shorts, and her worn out Converse and wooden bracelets. She knew all that tight stuff Maya would be wearing would be too overstimulating and weird for her tall, 6’0 frame. 

“It's not too bad in this place…” Annika said, running a hand through her blonde, frizzy hair.

“Yeah, but I think you stand out from others here.” Maya teased.

“Börja inte.” Annika rolled her eyes.

Maya laughed, and noticed the door of the bar swoosh open. Her eyes narrowed, and what she saw, made her widen her eyes. Her rival from junior year, Bree. Bree was competitive with Maya ever since she came to her high school, and Maya didn't exactly know why. Ranging from cheer competitions and making up rumors about Maya; she was truly a mean girl who envied Maya's confidence, Maya finding it funny and amusing.

Annika raised an eyebrow about Maya's sudden observation. “What's wrong?”

“Just you see.” Maya stood up from the bar stool, walking over to Bree, who was leaning against the wall and tapping on her phone. 

With a final click of her heels, she finally approached Bree.

“Oh, hey, Bree!” Maya greeted Bree with enthusiasm, a faux smile forming on her face.

Bree heard the familiar voice and looked up from her phone, seeing that face she hated. 

“Well, look who it is, the skank from highschool.” Bree spat, gave Maya a judgemental, nasty look.

“Woah, feisty aren't we? Funny how you're still crying over those memories from highschool,” Maya simply chuckled. “I’ll remember that.”

“Write it down, take a picture, I don't give a damn.” Bree growled, furrowing her brows in disgust before going back to her phone.

“Are you still shoplifting panties from Victoria's Secret like a kleptomaniac?” Maya asked, knowing that the question, which was true, will get under Bree’s skin.

Bree then looked at her furiously. “And where'd you get that purse from? Goodwill?” Bree dodged her question, cause she wasn't capable of telling the truth like the devil she was.

“I could say the same about that top,” Maya ribbed, taking a sip out of her daiquiri. “Smells like clam chowder.” 

“Ugh!” Bree yelled out, extending her arm, grabbing a fistful of Maya's curls, and tugged on them, a snarl on her face.

“Ow! Ow! Ow!” Maya cried out. 

Bree let go, pursed her lips, and blew a kiss at Maya with a smug smirk on her face, before turning her attention to her phone.

Maya didn't say a word, but instead, walked over to Annika, the Swede's jaw agape.

“I heard and saw that whole thing. I know just what to do.” Annika assured Maya, gesturing at a vending machine in the bar. 

Maya tilted her head as she saw Annika set her drink down, running over to the vending machine, pulling out a few bills from her pocket and inserting them in, and getting a bag of chips. 

Annika walked over to Maya with the bag, opening it up and taking chip after chip, rolling them between her hands so that they were covered in greasy chip powder. Once all fingers were coated, she gave Maya a playful nod before walking sluggishly over to Bree.

Maya was puzzled, until she got the joke that Annika was pretending to be drunk.

“Oh..” Annika garbled out, glancing at Bree’s top which was a bright white color. With that, Annika pretended to almost fall over Bree, severely smearing chip dust all over her top and slowly rubbing it in.

“Oh, my, god!” Bree yelled in shock, looking at Annika with irritation. “You ruined my top!”

“Sorryyy…” Annika drawed out, before walking out of the bar. Maya discarded her drink and followed Annika out the bar, laughing at Bree on the way out.

Annika stood upright, looking at Maya with a smile. 

“That's my girl.” Maya admired.

“You know I'll never let you down.” Annika said in that lilting accent of hers, licking powder off her fingers.

Maya playfully backed away from Annika. “Ew! Don't touch me!”"