Sloane: Send help. Summer: Help with what? Are you guys okay? Sloane: I’m so hungover. I want to die. Willa: Nice. Shame spiral. Did you bang him? Sloane: No. We gave each other facials and passed out awkwardly. Willa: High five. I love it when Cade gives me a facial. Summer: Good god. Sloane: That is . . . not what I meant.
