Emily, Rachel, and Peppy

"Wow..." Emily said, looking at Peppy's current attire. "I can't believe you have the nerve to wear that."

"Yeah, like, totally." Peppy was wearing a mini-micro-miniskirt that really wasn't much longer than a belt over a thong, and a bikini top that was just stamp sized patches over her nipples. "It's like, I'm in a sex wrestling fed, or something. Aw look, I'm sorry that you don't have the tits or the ass to pull it off."

"Oh yeah? Well you might be able to dress like that, but at least I can hold a tune without a synthesizer. Is it true they stick one down your throat before you perform?" Emily shot back. She might not be good at porn style dirty-talk, but she could still be catty if needed.

Rachel was happy to let the kids argue. If they fought each other and ignored her, it made her job a whole lot easier.