Jenna’s on the couch, sprawled in a white tank top and red booty shorts, one leg over the armrest, the other tapping to the beat. A half-lit cigarette dangles from her lips.

Jenna: Yo! You’re back! You missed the episode—Shayla just slapped the s*** outta Destiny, and I think she broke her fake-ass nail!

She grabs her beer from the floor without taking her eyes off the screen. Chugs what’s left. Tosses the can somewhere behind the couch.