How to Call Someone a Slut in 500 Words

Erica: Oh, you must be the new girl. Tawny, is it?
Tawny: Yep, that’s me. (Shakes Erica’s hand)
Erica: What an interesting name. I’m Erica. Congratulations on the job!
Tawny: Oh well thank you. It took a lot of hard work.
Erica: I’m sure it did honey. It’s really a wonderful place to work. The people here are great, and the Michael-my, I mean, OUR boss- is really great about rewarding those of us who put hald an effort into our work. Usually.
Tawny: Yes, I’ve only heard good things about it. I’m terribly excited about the whole thing.
Erica: I LOVE your dress by the way. It must be so nice, being able to wear a dress like that for fun now, instead of just for business.
Tawny: (biting lip and slightly raising eyebrows) Ah, you’re THAT Erica. Well. At least I plan on keeping on my dress for the duration of the night.
Erica: I don’t think the... events... of that particular Christmas party are of much concern to you, dear. I was here working hard to make a name for myself while you were sitting in class and charging teenage boys to come and get a peek at you in your underwear.
Tawny: And from what I hear you’ve certainly accomplished that. Michael’s wife in particular seems to know your name pretty well, though she appears unable to say it without adding a few adjectives of her own. Rumour has it even the janitor knows your name by now, after all those late nights you’ve spent “working.”
Erica: (glares, and takes a drink from a glass of liquor in her hand) You’ve got a quite a tongue, Tawny. However did you make it through college with an attitude like that? Unless of course your professors learned to appreciate that tongue of your for more than its bite?
Tawny: (with a sigh) Such a pity. You can come up with no better retort than to accuse me of those very things which I know for a fact you are guilty of yourself. Which reminds me, Professor Bins said I would probably meet you here, and to wish you his best. He also said to ask if you still have that little red Corvette, the one with the chewing gum stuck under the back seat. But, if you must know how I made it through six years of college, I can tell you that it was achieved with no small amount of late nights. Late nights spent in the library or at my desk, while some people spent their midnight hours trying to fit between as many sheets as possible. Tell me, did you ever find any comfortable enough to keep you longer than one night?
Erica: (Slams her glass on the counter, then looks forlorn as the majority of her drink sloshes out onto the bar. Ordering another round from the bartender, she downs the refilled glass, then stalks away.)
Tawny: So is that a yes? He sounded like he really loved that car. He said the ride was so smooth it could have been a limousine.
Erica: (Keeps walking, picks up her coat, and exits the room in a fury)
Tawny: (with amused sigh) Maybe next time she’ll think a bit harder before trying to pick a fight.