Girl With One Eye Ringtone heard playing. Phone is answered.
Jeanette: "Hey, Tara?"
J: "******, good. We're in Hope. Where the fuck are you guys? Tara's on IM but she's not answering."
P: "She's busy."
J: "Okay. Where are you?"
P: "I don't think you want to come here right now."
J: "What? Why not?"
P: "Your friend is a whore."
P: "She's a strumpet. A woman of loose moral character."
P: "She is the slut. It's her."
J: "******, what the fuck are you talking about?"
J: "Just fucking tell me what's going on."
P: "Fucking is what's going on. Specifically, Peter is making a woman out of Tara."
A half minute of silence
P: "Are you still there?"
J: "That's bullshit."
P: "Unfortunately not. They're in the room next door. I think they're going to be at it for a while."
J: "Tara wouldn't..."
P: "Tara is. She is right now. I have good ears. So you might not want to come by."
J: "Bullshit I don't. Where the fuck are you?"
Chelsea: (background) "What's going on?"
P: "You really should tell her."
J: "Shut the fuck up."
P: "Hey, look on the bright side. Now that you know the love of your life loves the cock, maybe you can give my sister a chance."
J: (on the border of enraged) "Are you trying to make me punch you when we meet?"
P: "If punching a blind depressed girl will make you feel better, by all means."
J: "Okay, what-the-fuck-ever. We're going to go to a motel or a restaurant or something. Call us when you want to act like a fucking adult."
P: "A motel? Taking me up on my advice?"
The phone is hung up on the other end.
Nothing like a little trolling to make oneself feel better.
Oh jesus they're still at it.