Two years later...
"This is bullshit." Roxy pouts as I try and put lip stain on her.
It's a normal Friday night here at the shop, but tonight I'm letting my hair down. Well, more down because I always wear it that way. We have a sitter and I'm going to cut loose. I'm not only old enough to drink but I'm not knocked up either. I'm ready to try this drinking thing again and tonight is going to end a whole lot differently than the first time.
The only problem is Roxy's pregnant. "It's contagious. You gave it to me." She points to her giant baby bump that's hardly showing. She's small so it looks big in comparison. If I didn't know any better I'd say it was fake. It looks like someone shoved a basketball under her shirt since it's the only place you can tell she's pregnant.
"There'll be a
