Hot chocolate and The Talk

Sara waited for her friend to calm down. Right now they were sitting on the sofa inside her living room. She did not know what happen to make her weep like that. She was crying buckets! Sara vowed she won't leave the asshole that hurt her best friend. They stayed like that for an unknown time, Shirley shedding tears and she rubbing her back and murmuring soft words.

Finally, Shirley stopped with those gut-wrenching sobs and reduced to mild whimpers once in a while. Sara could see that her friend needed something warm so she got up and quickly came back with two mugs of hot chocolate. One was dusted with cocoa powder and had caramel in it while others had cinnamon and whipped cream on top of it. She passed the later mug to Shirley and sat down next to her.

Shirley was glad that she came here. Her best friend knew what to make to clear her head and feel better. She took a sip of her drink and closed her eyes in ecstasy. Warm liquid slid inside her throat and finally settled in her belly, the bite of cinnamon and sweetness of whipped cream making it a perfect cup for her. She felt touched and loved.

Her best friend sure knew how to cheer her up.

She did not rush but sipped her drink and when she was finally done with it. She put the empty cup in front of her table and let out a sigh. She knew that she had to spill beans and procrastinating won't do any good.

Sara watched Shirley drawing random patterns on her table and snapped.

'Are you done being the next Picasso? Are you going to tell me who was the bastard that made you cry like that? Or I have to get it out of you my way?' Sara warned. She knew if it was up to Shirley, that girl would drag it all day. So she had to provide some stimulus, to help her friend vomit out the poison inside her.

And it worked like charm. This threat of hers always worked. If Shirley was afraid of anything it was only two things, one, dogs and second tickle. She is extremely ticklish and would laugh for hours when tickled. At the threat of her method, her besty sang like a Canary. But the more she heard the angrier she became. That douche bag of a man! How dare he hurt her Friend like that! He did not deserve her. He would rot in hell for his unfaithfulness.

If it was up to her she would stab him to death. But then what would happen to her girl. Shirley would be lost without her when it comes to choosing a partner for her. Now that she knows his true colors she would look for a better guy for her. One who would take care of her, love her, protect her and never cheat on her. So she canceled the plan to stab him in cold murder. But that does not mean that she would sit idle and watch him prance around. No! he would definitely get his ass beaten up.

She would make sure of that.