"I'm just saying Bethany! He's a loser, always has been! And I hate the way the guy treats ya!" It was a usual Saturday evening. Bethany and her close friend since middle school sat in the Town's Pub. After a long stressful week the two promised to go out with each other and get some drinks. They deserved a drink or five for the overly hectic and trying week. Sitting at the bar, the woman beside Bethany cheeks were flushed a bright pink color. She was slightly tipsy, this being her third beer. The woman had a round face, and her cute chubby cheeks were rapidly dashed with specks of brown freckles. Those freckles also ran across her cute button nose, as well as down her arms. Over top of that nose was huge, beautiful eyes. Her eyes were doe like, and was a bright aquamarine color. The woman's eyes were bedded with thick long strawberry blonde lashes. And that same strawberry blonde color was in her hair. Her hair was thick, and rolled down into messy curls that sat on her shoulders. Her pale, small lips that were usually curved into a smile, was sunk into a tight grimace, and were pressed tightly together. The woman had a small, yet slightly pudgy frame. Her pudginess came from her latest breakup. She often ate when she was upset. "He judges you, says writing is for losers and....And he can't keep a job for more than two months! Leave the sucker!" Being slightly drunk, Delilah (her name), could easily speak her thoughts. They rolled off her tongue like vomit. "You're gorgeous babe, any guy would want you! You're goal, blonde, and bright blue eyes! Who wouldn't want you? Leave your sorry ass boyfriend." She huffed. Delilah and Beth's boyfriend never got along. Like...Ever. Delilah hated the guy for being a 'good for nothing, sore ass loser'. Her words, not mine. She hated the way the man would pick arguments with her. And the man was overly insecure. He always thought Bethany would cheat on him, because the woman was gorgeous, and he was an Average Joe. Delilah tucked her thick hair behind her ear, before grabbing her third cup of beer downing it with a satisfied sigh. "Ahh~ that hit the spot...Anyway, didn't that dumb loser say your stories suck? They do not! He sucks monkey balls!" She viscously growled.