Carrie stood behind the counter of C&G's Pub. Her blonde hair was up in a ponytail and she poured a drink for a young couple. Her youngest daughter, Sesily, tugged on her sleeve. "Mommy!! I want to play with Ashton!!" She exclaimed in her six year old way. "No. Ashton is only a baby. He can't play like you can." She answered. Sesily frowned and sat down at an empty booth. Carrie's twin son and daughter walked in. "Hey mom." They said at once. "Hello, Fey, Felix. How's school." Then, Ashton started crying and she had to walk off without an answer.
(As of now, Carrie is thirty-one.)