"Hey, Mindy! Wait a minute!"

Mindy turned around to see her friend and coworker Maggie trying to catch up with her.

"What's up Maggie?"

"Nothing really. You got out of here pretty quickly last night. Something wrong? Is Rishi in town again?"

"Ah, no. My little brother is still wreaking havoc out on the west coast. No. I just had a terrible day yesterday and had to get out of here. You understand."

"Yeah, of course. So did you watch You've Got Mail or When Harry Met Sally? Or was it a Sleepless in Seattle kind of night?"

Mindy thought back on her night. She thought of her completely embarrassing interaction with the crazy bangable bartender. She swore he got hotter in her mind the further she got from it. She couldn't tell Maggie that she had gotten tipsy from drinking a single glass of wine too fast and made a fool of herself to a complete stranger.

"Yeah it was a You've Got Mail kinda night. Something about Tom Hanks just makes me feel so much better after a shitty day. You know?" Mindy lied, hoping she was convincing.

Maggie didn't seem to notice anything wrong with what Mindy said and just nodded in understanding.

"So what are you doing tonight after you get off?"

"Umm I don't really know. I hadn't thought that far ahead," Mindy responded.

"Okay, who are you and what have you done with my friend Mindy? You always used to have everything planned days in advance. Is this because of Casey? Mindy, you're better off without him. I know you felt bad about calling off the engagement but he was a flake. You can do so much better than him. Is this about him moving in with that skank? You can tell me."

"You don't know she's a skank. She could be a perfectly nice—"

"I don't care if she's Kate Middleton. She's the woman he moved on with so that makes her a skank. Friend laws. You can't refute them."

"Thanks, Maggie. I don't want it to be about him but it is. I mean what am I doing with my freedom from our crummy relationship? I work all day and when I go home I watch romantic comedies that make me feel more alone and try to drown myself in wine and my own self-pity. It's not a great recipe for getting over a failed relationship."

"You need a night out! That's what you need. We're going to give that to you. It's gonna be great!"

"And when are we going to find the time to take this night out? In between deliveries and patients? And there is no way we're doing that. You're going to want to invite everyone and I'm sorry, but my ideal night out doesn't include cleaning up Morgan's drunken vomit because he has no will power."

"So we won't include Morgan. But you and I, we could have a great night out! Just trust me. I know this super trendy club. It would be my pleasure to get us in."

"You are in your thirties. How on earth do you have the hookup at clubs still?"

"With a body like this," Maggie said, motioning down her body, "and a mind like mine, you can get in just about anywhere," she stated matter-of-factly.

"Mmm. Okay. Let's do it! Yeah! A club night sounds great!"

"It's on! I'm calling my hook up right now," Maggie said, pulling out her phone. She scrolled through her phone and dramatically pushed on a contact. Holding the phone up to her ear, she looked at Mindy saying, "Get ready for the night of your—Mom?"

"Your club hookup is your mom?"

"No of course not! Yeah, Mom, it's nice to hear your voice too. Yeah I actually have to go. I know we never talk, Mom but I'm a busy girl. I, I know. That sounds great. Oh look someone's in labor! Bye," Maggie yelled into the phone, hoping to get her mother off the phone. "Well this club night better be awesome because I misdialed and called my mom and now I have to have dinner with her this weekend. Great."

"Thank you Maggie. You're the best friend I've ever had!" Mindy moved over and hugged Maggie from the side.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

Later that night, Mindy looked fierce as hell, at least in her own opinion, and she and Maggie had just gotten past the bouncer into the club. The bass was pounding and Mindy couldn't remember the last time she had been more excited.

"Maggie! This place is fantastic! Yeah, we're like ten years older than their target crowd and yeah, we're risking hearing loss with the level of volume here, but this is awesome!"

Just then, the music cut out and a voice came over the speakers, "Everybody get ready for DJ –"

The cheers for the next DJ drowned out the sound of the DJ's name. The beats started dropping and everyone seemed pretty excited. Mindy looked over at Maggie and noticed a look of contempt on her face.

"You've got to be shitting me!" Maggie yelled, barely loud enough for Mindy to hear her. Looking over and noticing Mindy's confused face, she pointed toward the DJ stand. Mindy followed her finger and saw him.

"Do you mind if we go?" Mindy yelled above the din. "I'm sorry, but I just really don't want to hear the beats that brought down our relationship, you know?"

"No we're going. And I'm gonna ream him on all social media sites anonymously! Just because I can!" Maggie said, grabbing Mindy's arm and dragging her toward the exit.

Once they were back out on the street, the two women turned toward each other, contemplating their options.

Maggie started talking first, "Okay, I could maaaybe get us in at this one club in Brooklyn. But I'll be honest, it's going to be even younger than that daycare in there."

"You know what would be nice? Just finding a bar to chat in while we have some drinks. I could barely hear my own thoughts in there, let alone your voice."

"Yeah that sounds nice. Where should we go?"

Mindy didn't even really have to think about it. She knew a place.