Oh, really? Was that what she said? Ariadne's look could probably kill at that moment. She was furious. Livid. What little self control she was managing to keep had gone straight out the window. And now both hands were out, ready to gesture and palms up.

"What a cunt. Can I just say I do not like her? Ugh, fuck her. I mean really. What kind of person says that? That's what you talked about then last night? I knew it. The way she looked at you. It's like the way I look at you. What a jealous bitch. I can't believe. No, actually I can. Because she's everything I'm not you know. And these clothes? I'm fucking burning them." Her hands stopped moving. She was done with the tirade, for now.