Johnny Morales

“Okay, Kit, you have really outdone yourself,” Bette
exclaimed looking around ‘The Planet NY.’

“Well baby girl,” Kit said, “I couldn’t stay in LA when
everyone moved to New York.  I mean first
you two leave 12 years ago because Tina landed that job. Then Tina gets Shane
that awesome photography and hairdresser job 10 years ago. Then Alice lands
that job at the NY Times 8 years ago and she comes over here with Tasha and
gets her that job at the NYPD. So I’m in L.A. alone with Helena and then a few
months ago she tells me she’s moving to New York to take care of Peggy who’s
sick. So what choice did I have really?”

“Yeah but you had to bring your employees with you?” Shane
grumbled.

“Look when I hired Carmen as my permanent D.J, both of my
businesses exploded,” Kit said, “I’m sorry Shane, but I had to bring my star
D.J with me.”

“She hates my guts,” Shane murmured. “I mean the last time
she saw me I was in front of her house trying to apologize for leaving her at
the fucking altar.”

“I know your first meeting was a bit icy, but I think you’ll
become friends with time,” Kit said.

“Can someone ever really forget being left at the altar in
front of their entire family?” Tasha commented.

“So not helping Tasha,” Shane grumbled.

“I don’t know I already talked to Carmen and now I’m gonna
talk to you,” Alice started.

“Whoa, whoa, you talked to Carmen? When? What?” Shane cried.
“What did you say?”

“Nothing! All I said was,” Alice leaned forward a bit, “You
and Shane should work your shit out because this place is becoming like the
black hole of Calcutta.”

Tasha, Kit and Bette laughed and Shane narrowed her eyes.
“It’s not a joke Alice!”

“I’m not joking, I really did say that,” Alice said.

“Alice! Come on, what I did to Carmen was the worst thing
I’ve ever done to any woman,” Shane said.

“Way worse than anything Papi ever did,” Tasha said.

“Again, not helping.”

“Oh Tina there you are!” Bette cried as Tina walked into the
restaurant, “that phone call was taking forever. Something wrong at work?”

“No babe,” Tina said, “that was Angie. She’s uh, bringing
her boyfriend here so we could meet him.”

Bette blinked a few times. “I’m sorry, what? When the fuck
did she get a boyfriend?”