He speaks in Spanish a little bit and then begins pouring shots. My eyes bulge. “Nonono.” I wave my hand like I have a superpower to reverse time. If only that were the case—but I’d find better use for it. When I acquire my powers, I won’t waste them on things like this. The nightclub slowly amasses with people, multi-colored strobe lights swirling and Latin music booming over the speakers. Even though it’s not electronica, it’s extremely danceable. A-plus-plus. “Pregnant,” I tell him, pointing to my belly that’s hidden behind the bar.
I CANNOTT. someone teach my girl spanish!
