Pretty well, all things considered

Kelli continued the conversation with hardly any problems. In spite of himself, Barry was impressed. The only noticeable differences were that her face was flushed and that she now peppered her speech with heaps of vulgarities; particularly when her sister was involved.

The grudge towards Millie truly was deeply hidden and deeply rooted.

With that, Barry knew what to do. Continue to praise her and get her in a daring mood and...

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“... and can you believe it? That bitch didn’t even dare to do some role play!”

“REALLY? Ha! Can’t believe Millie’s such a fucking coward, holy shiiittt...”

Barry wasn’t a lawyer for nothing. He slowly escalated and escalated the conversation until the topic of sex could be naturally raised, with Kelli (who showed more and more signs of drunkenness as time passed) proving to be surprisingly raunchy. He’d just weaved a narrative of Millie being a whey-faced egg who couldn’t do some simple role play in the bedroom.

“Hmm? Wait wait waitwaitwait, hold the mofo phone!” Kelli cried, spouting some weird phrase. “Why would Millie do role play with you? Last time I checked, that bitch was still going long-distance with Eric!”

“So she is,” Barry said. “She and I — we’re sex friends.”

“REALLY? Holy crap!”

“Yeah! Believe me, I know how to show a girl a good time. How does a... hands-on demonstration sound?”

Kelli grinned, way too curious and not sober to hold herself back. “‘Kay!”