Text Message: Mitch R.
Ava: Not that I intend to berate you about your personal decisions, but I have to ask: what the actual fuck, Mitchell?
Ava: Could this have not waited until after Liv's wedding? The entire wedding party is going to implode and I'll be the one stuck keeping the peace. Which means I have to stay sober to make sure no one is sitting too close to anyone who might hurt their feelings. Ugh.
Ava: Alright, I'm finished. Now I'll go ahead and ask how you're feeling at the moment. Not well I assume given the circumstances? From the look on everyone's faces I'll go ahead and guess this isn't an affair I should be celebrating. Need me to save you? I can light something on fire and the last thing anyone will be thinking about is you and Beatrice.
