If she got dumped

After crying for a mere 30 mins (ok ok, a full 24hrs with snack breaks) Bobbie would get up, wipe the snot from her face, gather herself together.  After questioning whether to stay in her onesie she would slap herself at the thought, and head to her wardrobe. There is always, always something that would cheer her up here.. 

Not that coral tulip skirt (she'd worn that on their first date)... not the oversized knitted jumper dress (he had said he loved her when she had curled up on the sofa that night wearing it)... Nope, nope, nope... Ahhaaaa, perfect -

The grey jersey dress! That is what she would wear tonight! And with the heeled platforms she couldn't wear before, because they had made her taller than him. Well this was super. 

She would call her best mate, the one that made her laugh even if she really didn't want to, and they would go out dancing (that's what they called it now they were in their late twenties) - raving was no longer appropriate for such a dress, and skanking could hardly be taken seriously in these heels.

So they would go out, drink some cocktails and she would probably slip on some air Max's that she'd taken just in case and they would 'party' until they had sweat marks (or not... because Bobbie never gets sweat marks!) And Bobbie would also never go home, take off her gorgeous dress, slip back into her onsie and watch Love Actually whilst sobbing. Never! Instead, Bobbie would party until the sun came up and fall into bed, still wearing said dress, whilst the birds sang, smiling at how she still 'had it' because someone had wolf whistled at her on her way home. (It most certainly didn't have anything to do with the fact that her dress has been caught in her knickers.)

Either way, she was going to wake up and be awesome.

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