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    A Night in the D — Chapter 21

    “No?”

     

    “No,” Bette said. “I don’t think I can assist in your exit.”

     

    “Oh, you want to be blameless?” Tina raised her own eyebrow. “You want me to be entirely responsible for this?” The question was teasing, but as the words came out, Tina grew serious. “Huh,” she huffed, then reached behind to zip the skirt, where Bette stopped her hand.

     

    “You’d rather touch than talk, huh Bette?”  Tina’s voice hardened.

     

    “I’d rather you didn’t leave.”

     

    “I’d rather not hang around for your next panic attack.”

     

    Bette inhaled sharply behind her. “Tina, I’m not panicking.”

     

    “Bette, yes, you are. Panicking and pitying, and concerned overall with what it means for you, which is fine.” She reached again and knocked Bette’s hand from hers, as it reached again too. “But I’m not cannon fodder. I’m getting out of the way.” She zipped herself in and turned back around.

     

    Bette’s eyes were bright. “You’re always making me beg,” she said. “I don’t want to beg you.”

     

    “Then don’t.” Tina’s voice softened in sympathy. “You’re regretting it. I don’t blame you. I won’t hate you later, so don’t worry about that either. You haven’t done anything unconscionable.” She sighed again. “Can you move so I can get my shoes?”

     

    “No, I can’t.” Bette shook her head. “Look, I’m sorry if I’m having a feeling. Why are you getting so defensive?”

     

    Tina’s eyes lit up with anger. “Defensive? Oh I’m sorry, silly me. I shouldn’t be prepared to defend myself against you?” Her tone was disbelieving, and Bette gulped visibly.

     

    “That’s fair.”

     

    “Yeah, really fair.” Tina’s voice almost cracked with repressed bitterness. Get me the ***** out of here, she thought.

     

    But Bette’s voice stopped her. It was eager somehow.  “You should shower and wear something of mine. We could go out for a drink.”

     

    “Feeling guilty?”   


    “You don’t want to have a drink with me?”

     

    “I don’t want your pity,” Tina snapped.

     

    “I don’t pity you. I pity me.”

     

    “Pity party, period.”

     

    “They’ll be serving alcohol at least,” Bette said, smiling. She caught Tina’s eye and gazed wondrously at her. It felt good.

     

    Tina eyed her back, but warily. “I don’t know if I’d feel comfortable wearing your high-priced *****.”

     

    “You could try,” Bette offered. “Just for the sake of practicality of course, since I’m not letting you out of my sight to go home? You don’t have to endorse my clothes.”

     

    “You’re not letting me out of your sight?” Tina asked, bemused.

     

    “I don’t trust you to come back.”.

     

    “I don’t trust you period.”

     

    Though Bette frowned, Tina followed up the jab with a solid punch.  “I’m sorry if that makes you feel like an *****. But I feel you. You’re dangerous. You don’t mean to be. I feel your good intentions all the way in here,” Tina gestured to her heart. “But you know you can ***** people over, right? You’re not wanting credit for your intentions?”

     

    Bette shuddered for what seemed like the millionth time in hours. “Can you call me out over drinks, Tina? It’d be less disturbing.”

     

    “Maybe you need to be disturbed.”

     

    “Who says I’m not already?”

     

    “Then drinking won’t help,” Tina scoffed. “You’ll get drunk and do something stupid. And I’m not going to be your drunk *****, hate to tell you.”

     

    “You’re not a *****, Tina,” Bette said in a suddenly grave tone. (Her grave maybe.) “You’re not.”

               

    “Is that why you were crying in the bathroom earlier?” Tina tilted her head.

     

    “God,” Bette said laughing, “Call me out over drinks. Please. It’s so much more merciful.” She smiled. “My treat.”

     

    Tina stared back, unsmiling, as she considered the offer. “I’ll buy my own,” she said, unzipping the skirt and slipping it back off, tossing it towards Bette on her way to the bathroom. “Find me something to wear.”

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    Comments

    1. WOAH…we are getting into somethimg alot more serious here…but im really glad Bette wont let Tina leave, these 2 will never have any problems cause they will have gone through so much emotional stuff before even getting to bed and i dont mean to sleep either…i want them to get it together but you know i love that its not just a quickie for one night….BUT BUT BUT you do know its christmas and it would be like a pressie for us if they were to …..lol

    2. Gosh, Ms. Tina is BAD today. She is ruthless and merciless in her words. So glad they will now have a drink and do I dare ask for MORE… Thanks for the post.

    3. I hate to be repetitive but, this is excrutiatingly intense. You can literally feel the tension through your use of language. The pressure feels tangible. How do you do this?…. Describe the details of merely hours with such emotion and detail. This is unusual, layered and complex. The pace not only of the story but even the posting is keeping the vice on this story as they simmer…as we all simmer. Sometimes I have to go back a few chapters to get back in the moment, but it is worth it. Awesome. Please continue.

    4. Well, at least they are getting out of that damn room. They only know each other in that hotel which in a way puts Tina at an advantage since that is her world. Perhaps going out for drinks in a not-so-cheap place will bring Bette back up to Tina’s level.

    5. Well, I don’t really comment on stories, but I have to tell you this: your story is one of the very few worth reading these days. thank you, I’m looking forward to more!

    6. You don’t mind if I tell you again how incredibly special and marvelous I find your writing, do you? Every time you post, it’s a gift. Thank you!! And Happy Holidays to you!

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