“Eighteen! I win suckaaaa!”
“Damn! I thought my sixteen from yesterday would be the new record for longer than a day! This has been a hell of a weekend,” Lupita said. Her chin-length black hair bounced as she popped back up from a VIP booth in the fornication area at work.
She looked disappointed, but she shouldn’t be. She should know by now I’m Sherlock friggin’ Holmes.