“Hey, I didn’t know you were a Trooper fan.” Robyn placed the album on the turntable and carefully dropped the needle onto the vinyl.
“It’s from my dad. He was trying to be cool.”
Robyn danced over to the couch and pulled a bottle out from under the sofa. She raised her arms over her head and danced to “We’re Here for a Good Time.”
“Where did you get that?”
“Oh, I have my ways, Frankie.”
“I thought you were broke.”
“My bank account is small, but my bag is big.”
“What if you’d been caught?”
Robyn shrugged. “I wasn’t. Be cool.” She took a swig from the bottle then held it toward Frances.
“No thanks.”
“Because you’re here for a long time not a good time?”
“Ha ha ha,” Frances said dryly.
Robyn ground her hips against Frances. “Let’s have some fun.” She waved the bottle in the air.
