“It wasn’t even me, honestly,” said Delilah, slurring her words. She pointed in the general direction of the rest of the party. “None of these hoes want you here!”
“Why would you,” Mary asked, barely managing the words, “tell me this?”
Delilah cringed, as if she’d realized this was not the time nor the place. Then, hand on the counter, eye to eye, she said, “Someone had to. We try to make you understand, try to be subtle, try to be nicey-nice, to get it across, but you don’t listen. You’re out!” said Delilah. “Fuck, woman."
“Well, I think you do a terrible version of a seizure!”, said Mary.