Rachel

Shannon is feeling Zen and therefore we propose a drinking game.

Drink every time Shannon is not Zen.

Katie wants to make up for lost time.

Tamara promises she won't quit.

Andy is also like, thought you would have been nicer this season considering you were in therapy.

Tamara is like, I don't understand what you could possibly mean.

Followed by a montage of her being the demon we know and love.

Heather and Tamara are historical friends, which means four score and seven years ago, they did drugs together or something.

Probably.

I don't know.

Emily thinks Katie uses podcasters to fight her battles for her, and we're willing to be on the front lines, allegedly.

Gina is not in the business of triggering trauma, but she is in the business of overusing therapy buzzwords.

Meanwhile, Gretchen is getting ready in the makeup room, looking like Martha May Juvier in a regional production of Wicked.

Then the women open up about their individual personal lives, blah, blah, blah.

Finally, Gretchen enters.

Let's fucking go.

Slade is apparently on the Liberace Foundation.

Ally, also his penis, is healing.

Greater sign three.

That makes a heart.