“So I met this cute girl at school tonight.”

“Really? Tell us about her, Jenny.” (Bette)

Shane swigs her beer.

“I don’t know if she’s my ‘type’ as you would say. She’s really smart, and she writes these amazing stories. I’d swear they actually happened to her, because she writes too damn good to make this ***** up, seriously.

“So have you asked her out?” (Shane)

“No. But I did invite her for dinner, wella dinner party.”

“That sounds nice.” (Bette) “So when are you throwing the party?”

“I was kinda hoping you guys would come, and bring a friend. I told her it’d be a casual affair. I was too nervous to have her over, just the two of us. You know? I totally suck at this.”

“It’s okay, Jenny. I’m in. What about you, Bette? You could use a little fun time.”

“Sure, why not? Sounds like it could be interesting.”

“Definitely interesting. Okay, so this girlshe’s really petite. Like, I mean, smaller than me petite. And she’s soooo butch! I never thought I’d be into that, but there’s just something about her that makes me want to”

“I know exactly what you mean, Jenny. It’s that unexplainable thing that draws us to another human being. Primal, if you will.”

(Bette) “I miss that feeling.”

“Well, maybe you’ll meet some nice girl at the party. I invited Alice and Dana, and they said they’d tell a few more people. Kit’s gonna be there too. She’s bringing some of her music.”

“Alright, then. It’s a date.” (Bette)

“It’s a date.” (Shane)

The three knock their beer glasses together, and the scene comes to a close.

It’s now four days later, and Jenny has prepared her and Shane’s apartment for their guest’s arrivals. A table full of chips and dips, little crab cakes and whatnot sits in the middle of the room. Kit has set up her turntables off to the side, swaying melodically to the groove. The lights are dim, the sofa bountiful with inviting pillows. The doorbell rings, and Shane moves quickly to answer the door.