"MAUREEN." Joanne said over her cell phone. "I will be back later."

"But Pookie-"

"I'm about ready to go back in court." Joanne hissed. She didn't mention that she practically lost that case anyway, and she knew her client was guilty.

"Jo, come on-"

"No, you come on!" Joanne said into her phone. "Look, I have to go." Before Maureen could say another word, she hung up and stepped back into the courtroom.

After hours of pointless questioning, Joanne trudged out of the courtroom, tired and hungry. She went into a local bar and ordered a beer.

"Heyyyy." A guy said. He came up to Joanne.

"What?" She snapped.

"You wanna drink?" He asked.

"I've got one right here." She said.

He poured some of his beer into her glass. "Thanks." Joanna said, and she chugged it. Suddenly she found herself exhausted and she found herself zoning out.

………………………….

Joanne woke up in a big bed with white sheets and white walls. There were splashes of red everywhere, such as the painting or the chair. But this couldn't be anywhere Avenue A, or anywhere near Alphabet city.

Joanne rolled around and realized that she wasn't wearing any clothes. And the guy from the bar was sleeping next to her. She slapped him with all of her strength in her body.

"What the hell?" he asked.

"What happened last night?" She asked.

"I don't remember." He said, and rolled around.

"YES!" Joanne cried. "YES YOU DO!"

"I was pretty drunk too." The guy said.

"God, my girlfriend is gonna kill me." Joanne mumbled as she scrambled to get her clothes.

"Girlfriend?" He asked. "You gotta be shitting me."

"No, I'm not shitting you." Joanne said. She had a killer head ache from her hangover, and apparently so did the guy, because he just fell back asleep. Joanne sighed. Men were such idiots.

She stormed out of the loft, and went back to her own. Maureen was laying on her couch.

"Where have you been?" Maureen said. "We had a date last night."

"Sorry." Joanne said. "The case lasted longer than I thought."

It was a lie of course, but Maureen would go berserk if she knew what really happened.

……………

"How long do I have to be in here?" Carrie asked for the millionth time.

"I told you." Collins said. "Until you finish alphabetizing those papers."

"Whyyyy?" Carrie asked.

"Because you had the nerve to do plenty of things that a fifteen year old shouldn't bee doing." Collins said.

"I'm sixteen." Carrie said.

"Whatever." Collins said.

Carrie sighed, and she got back to work. But there was a look in her eye of hurt, and Collins thought maybe he was taking it too far. He had made Carrie alphabetize random things for the past two weeks.

"Is there is something wrong?" Collin asked.

Carrie looked at him. She forced her tears to stay down. "No." She lied.

"Okay." He said. "You can go now." Carrie smiled and got up. "But," Collins started. "If there is anything wrong, you can tell me."

Carrie rolled her eyes, and left.

"What's wrong with her?

I don't get it

Should I giver her a transfer

Or just deal with it myself?"

Collins wasn't stupid. He knew something was messed up with her. Something Carrie wasn't telling anybody.

"What's her problem?

Is it a guy, or even a girl?

Why does she hang out with them?

Those guys are idiots anyway.

Why won't she trust me?

Oh yeah. I'm just a teacher

She hardly trusts me

To a tolerable degree

I really want to know

What goes through her head

Wait. No.

Actually I don't

It's probably naked.

What's wrong with her?"

………………………….

"Okay, how much money do we have?" Helena asked. Her, Mimi and Maureen were sitting in the loft, trying to plan Mimi and Roger's wedding.

"Five grand." Mimi said.

"Okay." Helena said. "We should make a list."

"I need a ring for Roger." Mimi said. "Dress, bridesmaid dresses, reption area, food, wine, cake, shoes, flowers, aw shit."

"I can do the cake." Helena said. "I'm good at the kind of stuff."

"I'll do the dresses." Maureen said, looking up from filing her nails.

Helena and Mimi looked at each other. If Maureen designed the dresses, they would be slutty and inappropriate. Maureen seemed to know what they were thinking anyway.

"Come on, I'm the one that's logging the man hours at a bridal show room." Maureen said. "I know how to design a dress. And use a sewing machine."

"Well…" Mimi said uneasily.

"Just let me show you the drawing before you completely shoot me down." Maureen said and pouted.

"Fine." Mimi said, as she gave in.

"How many, and for who?" Maureen asked, getting some paper.

"Well, you, Joanne and Helena." Mimi said. "And me."

Maureen looked Helena and Mimi down, and said, "I'll give ya the drawings tomorrow."

………………….

"Wow." Mimi said. "These are really pretty."

Maureen had drawn the bridesmaid dresses as halter-tops, and they were black and white. The dresses went only down to the knee, which Mimi liked. They were sophisticated, and it was hard to see how these drawings came from Maureen. The wedding dress was nice and simple, it was a tube top, and it went down to the ground. It puffed out just a little, and had a black trim on top so she would match the bridesmaids.

"You're hired." Mimi said.

"Thanks." Maureen told her, and gave Mimi a hug.