She stares from across the ballroom at a guy flirting with you, perhaps even trying to court you. She was jealous and furious. You were secretly hers. It was forbidden since you were both women, but love is a strong feeling that nobody can stop.

She drank all her Jameson down in one sip as she began walking towards you two.

"Dear, could you excuse yourself from your conversation with this.. retard and talk to me in private please?" She whispers in your ear.