Ch.11

I left Dana alone standing as I went and sat back down besides Tina, who was still a little drunk and confused. I watched Dana stood there like a lost cute puppy, but instead of a cute pup, she was this vicious rottweiler. She looked straight at me with piercing eyes that could kill and for a minute I thought that she was just going to sit back down at our table and continue to murder me with her eyes.

Dana mouthed “you owe me so much” with such a silent vigor then veered right towards Bette. Good choice. She really was a *****. I would’ve chosen Eric, but then again I would’ve also chosen Bette.

So there was Dana, strutting her stuff like I’ve never seen her did before. And from where I was sitting at, her ***** looked extra fine doing that. I could tell she was nervous. Our tennis athlete wasn’t really good at improvising. I, on the other hand was the master.

Me and Tina made small talks about movies, while I kept an eye out for Dana on the right. Yes, Dana was still on the outside of the art crowd. Bette was in the middle of an art huddle, about six to seven person surrounding her asking her questions and giving opinions so Bette couldn’t really see Dana.

Soon enough Shane sat down in front of us with a friendly smile and a bottle of wine in tow.

“How’d you get a whole bottle?”

“Free booze Al. You just have to ask nicely.”

“Shane, this is Tina. Tina, this is the playa.”

“Ignore her. Please to finally meet you.”

“Finally? You’ve heard about me?”

“Uhyeah. Yeah I did. I do hair and make up for a living and a friend of mine’s doing hair on your movie.”

Turns out that Yoda kicks ***** at improv also. Shane kicks ***** at everything. I love her, but I envy her sometimes, like evil envy. But I still love her. Shane took a look around the perimeter, looking for signs of Bette and Dana. They were still at the corner and Dana hasn’t been able to bust through to Bette. Dana was looking annoyed and her eyes were bulging at me for help.