“I don’t want to talk about my family and I would appreciate if you don’t talk about my family,” she tells him shakily. I almost cheer for her. No, I don’t think she knew about this, or planned it. I think she was in shock and pissed. Not that they were talking about Melissa, but that she didn’t know this was coming.
“I apologize,” says Oily Angelo and even his apology drips with grease. This guy is nauseating. I could totally see him managing a strip club. And just so there’s no confusion like with the stripper carwash in THE COOKBOOK – that was totally an insult.
“Ooooops,” says Kim with a smirk. Ter says her head is “beating 500”. Kim casually tells her to get over it, it’s early in the evening. She decides they need more champagne. Ter agrees, but she doesn’t want Oily Angelo coming back. She seems genuinely upset, and I just don’t think she’s that good of an actress.
But of course Oily gets shoved back up the stairs by some Bravo lackey, and he’s back. And Kim wants to know how many years ago did Mel dance for him. Ter emphatically tells them to shut up but nothing’s gonna get between a skank in Bret Michaels’ old weave and some reality TV camera time.
Nothing’s gonna keep the oily guy out of it either. “I thought you knew,” says Angelo and even his voice sounds like cheap oil. I’m sure he reeks of some designer imposter scent. Kim comments that maybe that’s why she’s so “Jesus-y” now, because she’s some kind of post-stripper born again.
Ter practically yells that she doesn’t want to talk about her family. Oily Angelo retreats. And then he’s back. He is like the cockroach that you douse with Raid that just won’t fucking die.
“My heartfelt apologies,” he oozes. “It’s okay,” says Kim joyously, “Let me ask – I just have to ask you a question – how long ago? What year?” Ter can’t take it. And Kim, well she “just can’t help it,” she giggles.
Ter literally walks away, and catches her breath against a wall. I really don’t think she has this level of acting ability. I think an exuberant, “Whaddya talkin’ about?” would have been more along the lines of a phony performance. Ter does tell us that she has heard rumors, and this person confirmed it.
Meanwhile, Oily is telling Kim that she worked for him for 9 months about 7 years ago and the customers were very sorry to see her go. Kim assures him that he didn’t do anything wrong, which is code for “I’ll pay you in gross weave sex later” and cheerfully invites Ter back into the room.
“I have all the information, I’m happy now,” Kim says smugly. Well, now Ter has the info too. And I think by now, she knows Mel’s in for an ambush and has to decide to tell her or let it play out on TV.
“Let’s just get our makeup done and enjoy the evening,” says Kim, looking like the ringleader in a horror movie circus.
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