“Benny”

Jenny is sitting in her livingroom, listening to Bridget Bardeaux, depressed that she’ll never be able to win Carmen over, due to the undisputed fact that Carmen loves Shane. Jenny contemplates nothing and everthing. She retreats to her creative space and starts to write….

Meanwhile Bette is sitting at home, thinking about how fucked everything is and how she is mostly responsible for it. She goes outside to have a drink and a smoke by the pool. Jenny notices Bette and walks outside.

“Bette, Hi.”

“Oh, Hi Jenny….how are you?”

“Uhh, ok I guess. I’m having trouble coming up with anything remotely intriguing to write about. How are you doing?”

“*****. Sorry, Just being honest.”

“No, it’s good that you’re being honest. It’s unhealthy to keep everything inside.”

“Can I get you some wine? Why don’t you take a break from your writing and come sit with me.”

Pause (Jenny)

“OK.”

Jenny crosses over to Bettes, as Bette grabs Jenny a glass of Chardonay. Bette is looking especially vulnerable, and Jenny picks up on her emotions like a male dog sniffing out a ***** in heat. She’s good at that sort of thing.

“Bette, I don’t want to pry into your personal life, but….do you think that you and Tina will ever get back together?”

“I wish I could say yes…but the way things have been going, well, let’s just say my chances of that happening are slim to none. I’m even starting to think I should just move on.”

“I think that you could be very happy, Bette. You just need to figure out where you want to be right now.”

“Jenny, you’ve been such a good friend to me. I feel like I treated you like *****. I want to make it up to you.”

“Well,” (Jenny smiles) “you could fill my glass.”

Bette smiles appreciatively and takes Jenny’s wine glass inside to fill it up.

“Hey Jenny, c’mon inside. We can sit on the couch – it’ll be more comfortable.”

Jenny follows Bette into the kitchen. As Bette pours Jenny her second glass of wine, Jenny finds herself lost in the massive emotional freeway that is Bette. Bette notices Jenny’s lingering eyes and smiles with a casual laugh.

“You ok Jenny?”

“Oh, I’m fine. You?”

“Fine.”

Both smile. They lock eyes and Jenny takes her filled glass of chardonay from Bettes hand, consequently touching her. She leaves her fingers there for just a moment longer, then accepts her drink. Bette pauses in a private thought, then walks closer to Jenny. She’s within arms length but isn’t sure what she’s going to do. Jenny takes a step closer while sipping her drink. Bette runs her fingers through Jenny’s hair and pulls her in for a kiss. They lock lips, passionatley caressing eachothers body’s. Bette leads her to the couch as they continue to kiss. She starts undressing Jenny, starting with her white lace blouse, taking great care while unbuttoning each step of the way. Jenny slides her hand down Bettes back leading to her butt, then lets her hand rest gently there. Bette slides her hand up Jennys skirt, kissing her neck while Jenny presses her delicate torso into Bettes.

“What’s going on here – ” (Jenny)

“I don’t know. Do you want me to stop?”

Pause (Jenny)

“No.”