Erica liked this girl. A lot. She was bubbly and plucky and it was so hard to find good friends, these days. Everyone was always turning on her. Turning people against her. Forming an Anti-Erica Brigade. She couldn't envision Alex ever being a part of that and she was glad. "Oh, my God, we should totally go door to door, dragging everybody out of their rooms," she laughed. "That would be so funny!"
The waitress came back, dropping off their food and Erica was distracted enough to be completely oblivious to Alex's disinterest in the way her marriage worked. "Oh, I have their stuff in my iPod, if you wanna have a listen later," she offered with a smile before picking up her fork. "You're seriously going to love it; it's so good," she added, nodding toward Alex's bowl of macaroni and cheese.
She put her fork back down and joined Alex in her laughter. She hadn't thought it was that funny, but then when Alex explained she'd tried it and hadn't been successful because of the heels, Erica laughed harder. "I had to walk around the house in mine for like a month before I was brave enough to try it at the club," she revealed. "So don't feel bad. I practiced a lot before I tried an amateur night," she laughed. "I could teach you, if you wanted. To walk in heels. It's actually a lot easier than it seems. And you can make big bucks stripping, especially looking like you do," she complimented.