Let the alcohol flow...

[Mandi Johnson]

Mandi smirked at Fab as he talked about heading to BEAT!, "Actually that sounds like fun." She reached down to lift her breasts, that had been recently surgically enhanced, up slightly. "It would be a great place to test out the new girls. See if they were worth the money, Dr Simons charged for them."

"I'm telling you, darling, it isn't cheap to look this cheap."

[Barb LaFramboise]

I tried to bite back the comments that were bubbling to the surface, but the wine had absolutely gone to my head.

"Cheap is as cheap does, my dear. No one's gonna buy the cow if you're giving the milk away for free." I tried to soften the blow with a smile, but instantly realized that that may not have been the best course of action.

[Mandi Johnson]

Without missing a beat, Mandi turned to Barb, looking slightly offended. "Are you calling me a cow?"

Before Barb could explain what she meant, Mandi continued.

"I most certainly do not look like a cow. I just spent a months salary on having everything lifted, tucked and liposuctioned. If I look like a cow, then I am going to have serious words for Dr Simons."

"As for giving it away for free? Honey it ain't free." Mandi grinned.

[Fab Monticelli]

"If I get married, it will be to Dr. Simons. Not only is he hot, and able to keep me hot, but I can spend your money as well as mine!" I grinned at her. I had never hid my crush on Dr. Simons, that man was a miracle maker and loaded to boot.
"I call dibs on the plastic surgeon!" I said in a sing song voice.