"Hello beautiful."
Camille stumbled into Olivia's dorm with a bottle of wine. She cupped her cheeks and placed a sloppy kiss on her forehead.
"You're really pretty."
"Are you drunk?"
"I didn't have that much wine."
"Where have you been?"
"With Curtis."
"He got you drunk?"
"I brought the wine. The sex was amazing."
"You fucked him!?"
"Is it that terrible? I haven't even had sex with my boyfriend...does that make me a whore?"
"What about Fitz? He thinks you're in a committed relationship?"
"I'm not married to him."
"Camille."
"Oh come on Olivia. You broke up a marriage, and you're complaining about me fucking some guy."
"Fitz has never cheated on you."
"How do you know that?"
"You need to sleep off your hangover."
"I'm not sleeping this early on a Friday night. I'm going to get more wine."
"You don't need anymore wine."
"Whatever, I'm going to find a party."
"You're not going anywhere drunk."
"How are you going to stop me?"
"Don't make me fight you Camille. I don't want to hurt you."
"Fine I'll go to sleep."
"Camille, I don't want you to be like me."
"You don't want me to date more than one man?"
"I don't want you to have an abortion. You need to slow down and get on birth control."
"I use condoms."
"You need birth control, and you need to choose Fitz or Curtis. You can't have both."
"I want both of them."
"No."
"Who should I pick?"
"I can't make that decision for you."
"Who would you choose?"
"It doesn't matter."
"Do you like Fitz?"
"He's a good man. I don't want you to hurt him."
"I'm not going to hurt Fitz. I don't want to dump him."