
Claire/Karen, “And that’s how I ended up standing naked on the Brooklyn Bridge on Christmas Eve.”
“And that’s how I ended up standing naked on the Brooklyn Bridge on Christmas Eve."
Karen doubled over with laughter, her forehead pressed against the disgustingly sticky bartop at Josie's. "You can't be serious."
Claire raised her hand. "Scout's honor. I tried to save some modesty at the beginning, but halfway across that I gave up and just held my boobs. It was only about a quarter of a mile, but man," she shuddered, "I had a newfound respect for sports bras afterward."
Karen cringed in sympathy. "What happened when you got back?"
"I got dressed and we all went back to the bar, and I didn't have to pay for a drink the whole spring semester." She tipped her glass toward Karen. "For a broke nursing student, it was worth the frozen ass."
Karen laughed along with her, flush with happiness and alcohol. "Thanks for meeting me tonight," she said. "It's nice to have someone to talk to who gets it."
Claire smiled and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. "Yeah, it is."