Ladies washroom break at Ultra

As the boys stick close to the bar, the ladies in their entourage make a quick beeline for the washroom. As they spill into the washroom, the frenzy began. It was as if a bomb was about to go off and their survival depended on how well they could hold the attention of the boys.
Dinner was a complete disaster. The wives-in-training stayed quiet most of the time. Except when a joke was made after which they were required to laugh. Several of the weaker specimens would sometimes laugh off cue, leading to a widespread confusion among all the ladies, and resulted in an outpour of nervous laughter that went on and on until one of the men changed the subject to either his new Rolex watch or his new heavily mortgaged apartment.

They knew that the nightclub was the only saving grace they had for tonight. As they dolled up for their boys, they nervously chatted with each other. Determined to win the biggest jackpot and praying the one they picked was a lifer. Every single one of them could recite the last 25 pages of Cosmopolitan. When asked what they were studying at school, most responded as if it were simply an afterthought, something to tide them over until they hit the jackpot and snagged the ring. Lines of the evening included “I don’t really know what he does…but he works a lot and its super top secret…”, “they deal with A LOT of money”, “Are you sure the red suits me better?” "Nick LOVES number 92 from the last issue of Cosmo." Don't forget to pepper in a lot of giggling.