"You're such a nice person," Abby teased as Morgan told her about how Mandy would only remember being damn near comatose instead of helping her get ready for a dance. "Are you really surprised he didn't propose? I'm not..." Abby shrugged and rearranged her boobs in the dress before pulling her hair out from the inside of the dress.
"You are not castrating Carter," Abby rolled her eyes. For Pete's sake, the kid could barely even stand to read the word 'breast' never mind actually touch one! Carter was Abby's way of knowing she'd be able to go to the dance and have a good time without it meaning something more than just as an innocent 'we're-both-single-lets-take-each-other-instead-of-having-a-pity-party' kind of date.
Abby heaved a huge sigh and took a seat at the edge of the bed. She wasn't a fan of putting on make up or getting her hair done but she wasn't going to deprive Morgan and Mandy of having some fun. "Go on," she said, beckoning Morg over, "get it over with. I swear, if you poke me in the eye with a mascara brush or catch my eyelid in the lash curler, I will smack you. AND if you burn my ears with the curling iron..."