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"Where in the hell is the liquor in this bitch?" Mickie said as she opened and slammed various cabinets. "Rae, you have all these fuckin' shot glasses but no liquor in this motherfucker?"

Rae grinned as she tried to hold herself on her elbows. Trish was painting her toenails as part of 'Make Rae Feel Better Night.' The Divas—minus Lilian—gave each other manicures, pedicures, and facials while being blissfully buzzed on mimosas and daiquiris. Knowing it was going to be a lot of drinking and carefree talk, the Divas agreed to spend the night.

"I think there's some Malibu in the fridge." Rae nodded towards the refrigerator.

"Malibu? Who in the fuck drinks Malibu?" She sneered before she made the realization. "Oh, nevermind."

"It's okay." Rae sighed. "I might have some Smirnoff's in there, though."

Mickie opened up the refrigerator and smiled. "A-ha! Good shit!"

Trish blew on Rae's toenails. "There, you're pretty in pink, love." She then looked down at her. "How are you holding up?"

"My elbows kinda hurt." Rae commented.

"You know what I mean, sweetie. Have you spoken to him?"

Rae shrugged. Ever since the breakup over a week ago, Dave has played the cordial friendship card on her. Acknowledging her both in public and private, Dave never shot a dirty look or made any snide comments. He spoke to her when he needed to and called occasionally to see how she was holding up.

Rae wished he wasn't so polite, though. Instead, every action Dave did just made her feel that much more guilty and fall harder in love with him. In her mind, the breakup would have been a lot easier to process if Dave was an asshole.

"It's hard, Trisha." She said quietly.

Candice scooted next to Rae and put her arms around her. "It'll get easier, Sweetie. You just have to stay focus on things that make you happy."

"This Smirnoff is making me pretty damn happy." Mickie commented.

Maria sat down next to Rachel and primped her for her facial. "Candy's right, Rachel. You just need to take on a new hobby."

"What do you like to do, Rae?" Torrie asked.

Fucking Dave into oblivion. Smoothing baby oil all over his body. Testing my gag reflexes. "Well, I like to watch TV."

"Well, let's watch something." Michelle turned on the TV and began flipping the channels. "Nothing is on tonight."

Mickie plopped down on the floor and scanned through Rae's DVD collection. "A-ha! Let's watch this!" She held up the DVD case. "The Poontang Party!"

Mickie put the porn on and the ladies gathered around with their daiquiris. The scene started with a man approaching a woman at a small gathering.

"Hey, Papaya Princess, what kind of dessert you got there?"

The actress lifts up her skirt to reveal a clean-shaven snatch. "I only have this poontang pie."

The actor drops down to his knees and spreads the woman's legs apart. "Mmm…my favorite."

"Quality entertainment." Trish rolled her eyes.

"Oscar-winning performance." Torrie gulped down her daiquiri.

"Bitch is faking it." Mickie bristled.

After watching more porn and drinking, the women retired to their sleeping arrangements for the night. Rae was still awake and couldn't go to sleep. Her thoughts were filled with Dave. He was just down the hall and it was painful knowing to her that she was close but so far away to him.

Inebriated and restless, Rae sneaked out of her apartment and walked down the hall to Dave's town house. She knocked on his door and patiently waited for him to open up. She wasn't sure what she was expecting nor was she sure he was even home. But if there was a sliver of hope that she could talk to him and see his smile, it would be all worth it.

When Dave's door opened, Rae couldn't believe her eyes. "What are you doing here?"

Tracy was wearing one of Dave's dress shirts. She was slightly exposed and clear that she just barely put the shirt on seconds before. "What do you think I'm doing here?"