Ugh these jeans are so tight they make my legs look like squished little sausages. I should have just worn my sweatpants. The pastel pink crop top is flattering on my figure, though, so I guess I'll live.

"Girl, stop checking yourself out in the mirror. You look hella fine, as per usual." My coworker, Maddie, says with a playful wink.

The music is thumping, beer is flowing, and the party is raging. I feel like I'm back in college.

"HEYYYY" I hear a voice screech over the loud music.

I turn around to see the owner of the voice, Rebecca, casually walking towards me.

"I've missed you, ya know." She says to me with a grin.

"Me too! Let's sit down and catch up. We haven't had a shift together in a while so I need to hear all the new gossip!" I say enthusiastically.

Rebecca, Maddie, and I plop down on the worn-out leather couch as we frantically begin telling one another about our latest antics. On the table in front of us is a bottle of Fireball whiskey and a handful of beach-themed shot glosses, hopefully unused.

Rebecca pours a shot for each of us while yelling "Drink up, bitches! We gotta loosen up!"

We each down the shot greedily, but not without a slight grimace.

My husband's words about not drinking too much flash through my mind. But, it's just one shot. What's the harm? I deserve to be able to get tipsy and relax with my girlfriends without feeling guilt ridden.

"So how's 'Mr. Wonderful'?" Maddie asks while nudging my arm.

"Oh, you know, wonderful." I reply somewhat flatly.

Rebecca laughs at that and pours another round of shots.

"Well tonight you don't belong to Mr. Wonderful, you belong to this party. So bottoms up!" she says with a wild laugh.

I inwardly promise myself that this will be my lost shot, however, because I intend to keep the promise I made to my husband.