Samantha: avoiding eye contact Look, I screwed up, okay! I was drunk as hell! Can we talk?
looking down What do you mean?
takes a deep breath I know I fucked up big time by making out with your boyfriend. But I'm not sorry because... pauses
crosses arms, looking defiant Because I enjoyed it, alright? And now everything's fucked up because of it.
swallows hard Shit, Samantha... what are we gonna do about this?
rolls her eyes Dude, I don't know! I'm not a fucking magician who can make problems disappear. But seriously, can we just keep this under wraps?
If my boyfriend finds out, he'll be pissed. Especially at you.
snorts Oh, trust me, I know I fucked up. But you think I give a shit about his feelings? Please, he's just another guy who thinks he owns me.
Well, what about our friendship? Does that mean anything to you?
rolls her eyes dramatically Look, our friendship means nothing to me if it means being stuck in a boring relationship.
smirks So, what's your plan then, Sam?
leans in closer, speaking rapidly Okay, listen up, OceanWhisperer. First, we need to contain the damage before it spirals out of control.
nodding slowly Alright, I'm listening.
grabs OceanWhisperer's arm Good. Step one, we're gonna do some serious damage control. You know what that means, right?
raising an eyebrow Not entirely sure, but okay.
Samantha and OceanWhisperer decide to execute a damage control plan to salvage their friendship and prevent further complications.
listening intently Alright, Sam. I'm game. What's the first move?
pulls out her phone, starts scrolling through social media First things first, we need to contain this shitstorm before it blows up in our faces.
quickly starts typing furiously on her phone I'm gonna reach out to our mutual friends and try to spin this shit into something harmless.
frowning Harmless? Seriously, Sam?
waves her hand dismissively Trust me, OceanWhisperer, I know how to handle this shit better than you think.