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Ligea’s Poet. Part 22.3
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Bette walked into the rented beach house just as Helena was finishing dinner.
“Hehehe…” Bette was surprised to see Shane lounging in the living room area. Shane was laughing at the episode of Absolutely Fabulous she was watching. She was laying on her back, her legs draped over the couch, watching the show upside down. “Minnie, Minnie-Min-Min…cheesy nibbles…hehehe” Shane tried to mimic the accents she heard.
“Hello Shane.” Bette smiled down at her friend.
“Hey Bette.” Shane said, totally stoned.
“Darling, kiss kiss, come here.” Helena was also stoned. She giggled as Bette wrapped her in a hug, kissing her neck.
“Good day?” Bette murmured.
“mhmmm…I did some stuff…then Alice and Shane ruined my concentration.” Helena replied, enjoying the attention Bette was giving her. “How was your day?”
Bette sighed, hugging Helena tightly. “My day was loooong.” She groaned in a relieved sort of way as Helena’s hands kneaded sore muscles in her back.
“Poor baby.” Helena said quietly. “I’ve got enough food for a small army here. Sit down outside and I’ll pour you wine.” She smiled as Bette kissed her gratefully and repeatedly, before walking lazily away.
When Bette made her way outside, she found Alice, laying on her stomach in the sand just beyond the deck. Shane wandered out to join them soon after, still laughing to herself.
“Is it a Minnie Driver?” She asked Alice. Alice merely looked confused, but nodded.
Bette watched amusedly as Alice and Shane tried to make small talk. She was grateful when Helena interrupted. Stoned and repetitive small talk was interrupted by half a dozen courses and an equal number of appetizers.
“Helena! Why did you cook all of this?” Alice asked, though her eyes were wide and her smile pleased. She immediately dove for the stuffed portabella mushrooms while Shane and Bette helped to bring out the rest of the food.
“I was hungry!” Helena replied, sitting down heavily with her wine and a plate of grilled veggies and chicken.
“Don’t smoke and cook, that’s what they say.” Shane mumbled. Bette laughed, swatting at her.
“Great! You’re all in on this burn-out act now?” Bette asked, arching an eyebrow at the group. They all just smiled and ate silently. Bette rolled her eyes. “Honestly, you’re lousy conversationalists when you’re like this. What else did you nuts do today?”
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Glad to see this story back–I’ve been missing it.
Jesus, your lesbian karaoke song list cracked me up, but I’m oh, so glad I don’t actually have to listen to it. What the fuck was Alice thinking? No amount of spliff has ever done that to me. I’m now trying to decide which is worse: karaoke or NYC restaurants that employ singing waiters who usually essay the style of Ethel Merman in the hopes of landing a Broadway gig. Painful. Now helebette, I’m willing to suspend my disbelief for Planet Terror (maybe Planet Terror should be Kit’s theme come Halloween), but I have trouble believing that Bette didn’t know Poe by sight. Might buy it with the undereducated street urchin Shane, but even that’s iffy. And your readership might be compartmentalized, but I think you’ll find that since I discovered you my eclectic tastes have put me in your audience regardless of the title.
Irene Cara was OK (anybody seen Sparkle?), but Irene Dunne was a lot more talented and fun. Pity you don’t hear much about her these days.
i absolutely love this story. Thank you for making Bette and Helena sooo cute together. It makes my heart melt just a little.
really enjoyed this post…can’t wait until the next…
After the lovely Ab Fab/Minnie Driver references, mention of Herr Harper was quite a rude awakening. Alice’s smackdown was spot on, of course, and I’d pay good money to see Planet Terror’s intrepid survivors eviscerate Harpey (in all senses of the word eviscerate). If you made Harpey an actual vampire in PT, you could explore the intriguing question of what happens when a zombie bites a vampire. Would the vampire be immune from infection, or would you end up with a zombie-vampire hybrid (and potential dating material for Jenny)? On a totally unrelated point, I loved Helena’s response to Bette’s art critique. It could so easily have been excessively defensive; instead it was simply adorable (a nervous Helena is always adorable IMO).
I’m annoyed with myself that it’s taken me so long to catch up with your stories… They can have zombies, avaricious gamblers, hot sex, bad karaoke… or whatever, I’ll read em all. I ran out of thumbs to put up, raving about the PT chapters, and toes up has connotations of death (and the undead), so I’ll just say it’s all been very, *very* good. Looking forward to more of everything, so post something soon, hb. Ta!
“silly boys” indeed. *grin* … I’m so relieved Alice will be alright, you had me worried there for a moment though *grumbles* … although it’s funny to know you nearly ran from the theatre .. i think i was hiding my head in my hands at that point, so all i got was a flashback of the close up of my palms … hehe. So, Bette thinks Helena could convince her of just about anything huh, *smiles* that’s cute and lurvely, kinda like the whole story, I’m glad your writing is coming along in leaps and bounds again ;)
Your stories are great helebette, I love your writing and this chapter was awesome, I loved every part of this… I can’t wait to see the next one!! thanks xD