Come clean.

Fuck. This is exactly not what you wanted to to be talking to her about. Telling her more about yourself is just going to cause problems down the line. You consider making up some bullshit reason, but find your mind is blank.

Then again, it's going to be super obvious in a few weeks time what your real reason is, so maybe there's no harm in letting this truth out.

"No way! If I could I'd be all over it right now." You sigh. "The reason I can't, is, well... I'm pregnant."

"Get outta town," she says with surprise. "Um, I guess... congratulations?" There is obviously conflict written on your face. "Or not." She pulls the joint back and takes a big, long drag, looking you up and down as she does so. She leans back, brings her legs up, and folds her arms across her knees taking you in carefully. You look back at her, trying to show some positivity on your face.

"Yeah, thanks," you mutter. "It was... surprising news."

She looks intently at your tummy. "How far along? You ain't showing at all."

"About nine weeks."

"Ah." She appears to be thinking. After a brief pause: "So is Daddy around?"

"Yes, thank god. He's not run away yet." You rest your forehead on your knees. "He's doing his best, the poor dumb idiot." You try to joke: "He'd probably be better off skipping town and joining the marines."

She finishes the joint and exhales very carefully away from you. Grinding out the stub with her shoe, she keeps up with the questions. "So what's the deal with doing this course? Seems like a waste of time with Junior on the way."

"Trying to, uh, train up a bit before it's too late. Can't rely on him forever. I also kinda... have a job lined up."

"Lucky bitch. Daddy's law firm, I'm guessing? I mean... not your Baby Daddy."

"His dad. Hooray for nepotism I guess." Another sigh. "But it feels like its my only realistic shot at not depending on my lovely, stupid boyfriend to look after me my whole life."

She's still eyeing you with interest. A mix of sympathy and something else... envy, perhaps? But you don't think Carly ever wanted a baby. Maybe its about the job. After the relief of letting out your half-true story, you suddenly feel like you're on the spot again and at risk of revealing too much.

"Alright babes, enough moping around." She jumps to her feet, and offers you a hand up. "Well I was gonna walk home, but seeing as you're still sober I wonder if you could give me a ride? It's not far."