Chapter 25

Rena

"Cheers to going from standing behind the bar table to sitting comfortably on the customer's side and drinking however the fuck we want without having to worry about how much money we're spending!" I squeal excitedly as Betty and I toast to the good life, immediately gulping down our first shot of vodka.

"You know, Rena, I sometimes still can't believe this is all real. Like, you're telling me that you and I haven't worked twenty hours a day, every day, in the last month? You're telling me that we can actually sit here on a freaking Saturday evening and buy whatever drinks we fucking want without actually crying about the cost or looking for some rich and generous, good-looking guy to pay our bills? Like really, sis? It feels so surreal, babe. I don't think I can get used to this anytime soon," she says, and I couldn't agree more.

Sometimes, I still pinch myself really hard to make sure I'm not l