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Ruby:
LANA, YOU’RE NOT HELPING.
Ava:
Okay, but was the tension there??
On a scale from 1 to “call the fire marshal”?
Ruby:
…
It was…
a little hot.
Trey:
A LITTLE HOT?
RUBY, BE SERIOUS, OR WE WILL DRAG YOU.
Sienna:
Stop lying, or I’m ordering a lie detector off Amazon.
Ruby:
Fine.
It was…
hotter than it should’ve been.
Ava:
HA! CONFIRMED.
You two were eye-fucking so hard the glass frosted up.
Ruby:
WE WERE NOT!
Trey:
Oh, sweetheart, the entire floor saw the way he looked at you.
If he had X-ray vision, we’d all be planning your funeral.
Ruby:
I hate everyone.
Sienna:
What did he say, though?
