"What the f**k?" I sputtered, laughing so hard my stomach actually hurt. "You know what, Jenna? I think you should get back into the market. There's plenty of fish."
Jenna scoffed, waving a hand in the air like she was swatting away a fly. "f**k no. I just got out, b***h. I am retired from that circus."
Everyone erupted into laughter. Jenna’s facial expressions were always priceless—she looked like she’d rather swallow broken glass than date again.
We leaned back as the server brought the tequila. Monet was already complaining about a client, some pop star who demanded five outfit changes for a grocery store run. "I'm literally losing my mind," she said, downing her shot. "But the paycheck is worth the headache."
Cherry sighed, looking at her phone. "At least you're working. I'm curre
