Dana still sat at the table, looking confused. “Where the ***** have you guys been?” she exclaimed as the four approached the table, Shane and Alice whooping excitedly about something.

Tina shook her head. “You don’t want to know.”

Bette leaned in to her. “Should we make them leave? We need to go in a few minutes to set up for the party, anyway.”

“Nah, Tonya’s leaving, see? I think it’s okay to let them stay, although we need to leave soon,” Tina whispered in reply, watching as Tonya slunk out of the club, a blood-stained towel pressed against her face.

Alice grabbed Dana, pulling her out of the chair. “Woo hoo! Let’s dance!”

Dana began to protest, but Alice was already dragging her toward the dance floor. Shane followed closely behind, thrusting her fist into the air, shouting, “Ding dong, the witch is dead! Let’s par-tay!”

Dana looked bewildered as Alice twirled her on the dance floor and then high-fived Shane. Oh well. She knew from past experience that when it came to Alice and Shane, sometimes it was just best not to ask.

Bette and Tina watched the three from their seats at the table.

“What’s going on with Alice and Shane tonight?” Bette asked. “Earlier they were almost fighting, then they were celebrating, and now they seem to be competing to dance with Dana.” She watched as Shane once again cut in on a dance between Dana and Alice, pulling a surprised Dana away to boogie. They would dance a few minutes before Alice would cut in on them again. This kept going on, over and over. Poor Dana looked extremely confused as her two dance partners constantly stole her away from the other and glared at one another.

“You’d almost think they were…fighting. Fighting…over Dana,” Tina said slowly.

Bette and Tina looked at each other and burst out laughing.

“No way, never. Alice and Dana seem a little chummier lately, but Shane? Nah,” Bette said, shaking her head at the thought of any of the three being involved romantically.

“Impossible,” Tina agreed, wiping a tear of laughter from her eye.