Tobi gives Roy a single sneering glance then turns to face Anya again.
“I guess I know now who you were ringing, at least,” she says. “Dumb bitch. Whatever. But I have no clue about any of the other stuff. Seizures? Drink spiking? Are you crazy or what?”
Anya looks between them, her throat thick with encroaching tears. Seeing Roy in such close proximity, unshaven, his face dark with shadows, seeing the mournful love for her in his eyes, the unfamiliar vulnerability in his expression…her tears threaten to spill and she takes a long, shaky breath. His transgressions now seem so minor compared to Tobi’s depravity.
“She’s evil, Roy,” Anya says. “She’s actually the devil. I found out that she caused someone to have a seizure at a nightclub last night because she spiked their drink! She needs to be locked up!”
“Oh, puh-lease! Bitch, shut up! This is all crazy talk!” says Tobi.
“You have proof she did this, baby?” Roy says to Anya. “Because if so, we need to go straight to the police-“
“She has no fucking proof. Because it’s all bullshit,” says Tobi.
“You told me when you got home this morning that you’d decided to teach Jules and Cas a lesson,” says Anya. “And then next thing I know, Cas is ringing from the ER saying that someone spiked their dinks and that Jules had a fucking seizure.”
“I told Jules that my brother had herpes, that’s all,” says Tobi. “Because they were both annoying the crap out of me. This is the first I’ve heard about any of this. What do you mean, Cas rang from the ER? What hospital are they in? Why didn’t you tell me this before? THE FUCK, ANYA?”
She screams the last sentence, and it feels as if everyone in the foyer has now stopped what they were doing and is staring at them. Tobi starts sobbing and runs towards her room. Roy and Anya look at each other.
“Sooooo…..the brother with herpes…” says Roy. "Was he part of the throuple?"
