Tell Chloe to stop being such a Tinder slut

"Hey, is everything okay?" you say and sit down on the couch, next to Tatiana. Eve and Chloe are on the opposite couch.

"Oh, hi. No, not really. I had this god-awful dinner date the other day with this guy I matched with on Tinder. He was supposed to be this big shot business consultant , but he turned out to be a complete dud. He was more interested in talking about himself than asking me any questions. And to top it off, he showed up to the restaurant wearing an ill-fitted suit with a stained shirt. I was mortified."

"Maybe you should reconsider who, and how many guys you are dating, then?" you say, genuinely, "maybe find yourself someone who's not on Tinder and stock market all day? Don't be a thot."

Eve snorts loudly. It's clear this is something she's been thinking about.

Chloe fires on all plugs.

"Who the fuck are you to question who I am dating or not?"

"I-"

"You don't know me. You're just a dumbass who happened to get lucky with a friend of mine. Just shut up and go back to your little man cave!"

Fuck. You messed that one up!