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Who knew that local Fairfax Avenue watering hole The Dime had a Shirley Temple night? A couple of Defamer spies spotted decidedly underage (yet bar-omnipresent) starlets Lindsay Lohan and Mischa Barton there on Friday night, and one of them had an ear pricked up, capturing this paradoxically fascinating/inane moment of conversation:

Friday night I was distracted at the Dime by all the trips to the bathroom that Lindsay Lohan and Mischa Barton were taking. Dressed in all black with red flats (keds, perhaps?) Mischa has flawless bone-structure, all the more apparent when you are a skeleton. Still, she's a striking beauty. Lindsay was doing her best Mischa impression in a white belted dress with boots and that yellow hay hair. Apparently, it was an Anorexia Anonymous meeting since I had just missed the Olsen Twins. Overheard:

LL talks on her cell outside the front door.
LL: Where are you? Come here, I'm in front. No, the front.

MB walks over on her way to her car with her underage posse.

MB: Lindsay, Lindsay...this is so over, I'm out.
LL: Okay sweetie, see you in a sec. Kisses.

Perhaps the only thing more shocking than Barton's ingratitude (after the bouncer looked the other way to allow her to enjoy some virgin vodka tonics, she repays them by declaring their scene "so over"? Bitch, no you di'int.) is Lohan's utterance of the phrase "Kisses." We have to thank our spy for omitting any air-smooches that may have followed; it's quite uncomfortable for us to soil our drawers in horror more than once in a single item.