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	Alex’s reaction to Ruby’s last comment was comedy gold. Though she knew that that [i]had[/i] to burn, Ruby’s own laugh burst free of her best attempts at suppressing it. She thumped her mug on the counter to keep from adding to the mess. Her outburst turned into a not entirely genuine apologetic grin as she watched the other girl begin to wipe up the mess.
	[b]“Okay, we gotta make a rule that you can't be funny when I'm drinking!”[/b]
	“Hey, it’s not [i]my[/i] fault you have an easy humor!” Ruby jutted her lower lip out in a pout.
	She followed her friend’s gaze to her now ruined shirt. She cringed guiltily. “I'll replace that doe you while we're out,” she offered.
	[b]“It's been a while since I had any man truly drool over me. Well, any man who's not a sleazeball anyways.”[/b]
	“Pfft, Alex, we have to get you some glasses. Men stare…” She shot a discrete glare toward the nearest of the men she’d heard laugh at Alex’s drink mishap. “[i]Sober[/i] men, even! And rightfully so!” She winked at Alex and picked her drink back up. “You just don’t look back at them at the right times.”
	Ruby continued to sip at her drink, hiding her excitement behind a contemplative façade as Alex went on. Suggesting getting matching revenge outfits was one thing. But an entire makeover? That [i]had[/i] to be painful for the other girl to ask.
	She sighed, frowning, placed her mug on the counter, and met Alex’s gaze.
	“Like I’d [i]ever[/i] say ‘no’ to that?” she managed in a scolding tone. “This is gonna be [i]amazing![/i]” She did a little twirl with her barstool, catching herself on the counter as she came 360˚.
	“But”—she bent her head, a couple stray locks of hair falling into her face as she looked at Alex as if peering over a pair of specticles—“if we’re playing Extreme Makeover, we’re doing it right.” She glanced sadly at her partially consumed drink. “Which means…” She did a quick shifty-eyed glance, then leaned in toward Alex conspiratorially. She lowered her voice so only her friend would hear. “We rush into the fray early for a full girl’s day, and save getting smashed for a celebration of Girl Power tomorrow night.” She leaned away again on her stool. “Trust me. The mall and a hangover don’t pair well.” Her lips pressed together knowingly.
	 “Does that get the Zom stamp of approval?” She mimed sliding a piece of paper toward Alex for the said ‘stamp of approval.’

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