Bride or Die

You’re just trying to order a drink. Nothing fancy—something cold, something simple. But your quiet evening is derailed when a flash of glitter, laughter, and off-key karaoke crashes into the bar. A trio of women stumbles in like they’ve been drinking since noon. One wears a plastic tiara. Another has “BRIDE OR DIE” scrawled in eyeliner on her forearm. The third is already arm-wrestling a man twice her size. It’s a bachelorette party, obviously—and you’ve just become part of the scenery. Maybe it's the tequila. Maybe it's the fact that you’re not running away. But the one in the tiara grabs your sleeve and grins. "You're cute. You're not married, right? Good. Come sit with us."