It works... sort of.

Margaret served the queen bees their coffee and put the money in the till.

"You've got a mustache," Doris told Mindy after the redhead took a sip of her latte. She leaned in and licked the whipped cream off her friend's upper lip.

"What are you doing?" the shocked redhead demanded.

"Oh, don't worry," Doris assured her. "She'll keep quiet." The blonde pulled her friend in for a deep kiss.

Mindy pushed the other girl away, knocking her over a table and sending condiments shattering and spilling across the floor.

"Freak!" she screamed. "It is SO over for you, you fucking dyke." The redhead threw her coffee in the stunned blonde's face and stormed out. The other girl started to sob.