"And then, he just walks out on us. Why? To join his buddies to go out and rebel against Korse." she said to the bartender.

Jamia had spent the past half hour drinking at the bar. Of course, alcohol always made her bitchy and complainy.
"It takes him seven fucking years to overthrow Korse and you know what happens to me?" she continued. "I get re-married. I tell my new husband, Stan, that Frank was killed. And I lie to the girls amd tell them their real father is Stan."
"Sounds like everything's going-" Sedes began to say.
"Horrible." Jamia interrupted. "Just hours before Korse is killed, this pregnant slutty-looking woman just busts into my house asking to see my kids. And then she just spills everything to Stan and the girls about Frank and leaves."
"That doesn't seem too-"
"So, now my kids want to know everything about Frank: what's he really like, why he left us, why I lied to them, etc. And Stan tells me he wants a divorce because of the lie I told him."
Jamia then finished her drink.
"So," she concluded. "now I'm back to being a single mother, raising twins, working two jobs and it's all thanks to that immature first husband of mine and his loud-mouth slut girlfriend."
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"Sedes!" Heather said cheerfully. "Toss the three of us up some cocktails, would you?"
"Sure."
The three of them then sat at the bar table. Helena glanced over at Jamia, recognizing her face.
"Helena." Jamia said firmly.
"Jamia." Helena replied back.
"I hope you're happy with Frank. Must be hard being a slut and raising three boys-"
"It's two-"
"If you include your husband, it's three."
"And where did this slut comment come from?"
"Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? The boobs, the waistline. You've obviously have the hourglass shape all men love to put the hands on. Plus the oh-so-innocent baby face that gets their cocks erect and-"
"Oh dear, Jamia." Heather interrupted. "You've had one too much to drink now."
She then proceeded to remove Jamia's drink.
"Sedes," she continued. "make sure Jamia doesn't get anything else with alcohol in it for the rest of the evening-"
"Oh you shut up ya Lynz look-a-like!" Jamia continued while intoxicated. "The only reason your getting married is because your just like Gerard's first wife, and she's only gone because Korse killed off her ass and-"
"Hey guys." Frank said entering the room with the rest of the boys. "What's going-?"
"Oh, look who's back!" Jamia yelled. "The ol' group of Killjoys. Ain't that a kicker?"
"Seriously, Jamia." Frank told Jamia firmly. "You need to cut out the drinking. I can easily call the attorney's and get full custody of the girls if you don't knock this shit off-"

"Gerard, can we just get everyone gather in the living room now?" Heather pleaded.
"Yeah," Gerard said. "That sounds like a good idea."