Piper: Please, please, please!
Joel: Gossip for gossip?
Piper: I haven't got much.
Joel: Then I can't help you.
Piper: You will too.
Joel: Everybody else thinks you're sweet and innocent, but I don't buy it. You know how the world works. Scratch my back if you want me to scratch yours.
Piper: What if I delete the rest of our text history and show this to Mal with a story about how you were blackmailing me for sex?
Joel: That's a bluff and you're better than that.
Piper: I'll keep an eye out. Anything in particular?
Joel: Yeah. Kit bailed the other day because he got a booty call.
Piper: What?
I try to play cool. Kit got a booty call while he was with Joel? And he left?
He can't be having sex.
Not with what we... Fuck, we aren't anything. He's actively trying to dissuade me against ideas of us ever being anything.
He has free reign to have sex with anyone he wants.
My hands are shaking so hard I can barely read Joel's text.
Joel: It's not like we were doing important shit. Just playing a game. But he looked freaked not excited. Said the chick was some hot virgin who was begging him.
Oh.
He didn't run off to see some other woman.
Joel is talking about Thursday night, about Kit running off to pick me up.
I need more information. Now.
Piper: When?
Joel: You're not interested in Kit bowing to a booty call from a virgin?
Piper: Do you have more details?
Joel: He said she was a hot blond with a great ass.
My cheeks flush.
Joel: You're blond now.
Piper: And my ass?
Joel: Not going there.
Piper: If you want info, I need info. When was this?