Ari:
Earth to Fae—please, send a sign of life.
Dallas:
Low-key tempted to hurl ass over there and see if she’s okay.
Dallas:
I haven’t heard from her in a while.
Ari:
Define a while.
Dallas:
Three hours.
Ari:
Hmm.
Ari:
I’ve had arguments about the best Milkis flavor that have lasted longer than that.
Dallas:
We’re kind of co-dependent right now.
Dallas:
She even helped me shave my legs the other day.
Farrow:
I’m alive.
Farrow:
(Unfortunately.)
Dallas:
How do we know it’s really you and not someone else pretending you’re alive so they can sell off your internal organs on the black market?
Ari:
DALLAS WHATEVER-YOUR-MIDDLE-NAME-IS COSTA.
Ari:
Step away from the true-crime category on Netflix.
Dallas:
I’m just being a worried citizen.
Dallas:
Ari, ask her something only Farrow would know.
Ari:
Who did I kiss in the tenth grade that I swore you to secrecy about because he had a mullet and snacked on raw onion in public?
Farrow:
Lee Ji-sub.
Ari:
WHY DID YOU TELL?
Farrow:
YOU LITERALLY ASKED.
Ari:
You’re fired as my BFF.
Ari:
Just kidding.
Ari:
I could never replace you…
Ari:
And not for my lack of trying.
Farrow:
Lol.
Dallas:
Okay, this lol was weak AF.
Dallas:
Are you okay?
Farrow:
Andras just dumped my ass because I wouldn’t give up on my lawsuit with Vera.
Dallas:
Dafuq does he have to do with it?
Ari:
I second Dallas’ question.
Farrow:
I don’t know, but I’m officially without a coach and without an Olympic medal.
Farrow:
After the media scandal Vera has treated me to, I’m toast.
Farrow:
I can’t believe it’s over.
Dallas:
Shit, Fae. I’m sorry.
Dallas:
Hold on. I’m coming with margaritas and all the snacks.
Ari:
FaceTime me when you get to her.
Farrow:
I’ll be fine. It was only a dream.
Dallas:
You can’t get what you want without dreaming it first. Otherwise, how would you even know you want it?
