She leans back in her chair, tapping her fingers over her chest like a vaudeville villain. “Oh, Tali, you’re in so deep if you’re finally gonna call attention to those yummy lips of yours.” I groan. “I’m not. I just hate this woman, and she kind of fucked him up, you know? I want to do my best to twist the knife.” “Wear the lipliner, then,” she says. “I bet you a hundred bucks it winds up on his dick by the end of the party.”
