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Alice – Bette, a lot of women obsess about you. You just don’t notice because you have never obsessed about anyone!
Alice – Until now! Come on, who is the lucky woman?
Bette is silent for a moment.
Alice – Who is she?!
Bette – What do you think about me dating Gwen?
Alice – While obsessing about someone else?
Bette – Uh … It’s hypothetical, I told you.
Alice – Gwen is hot! But she won’t make you forget your … hypothetical obsession.
Bette – Why not?
Alice – Because there are only two ways out of an obsession. You either feast on the object of your desire until the obsession goes away … or you drown in your own pain for a while.
The brunette frowns.
Alice – In some cases, you may choose to drown in a bottle of tequila. I don’t recommend, though!
Bette’s face softens.
Bette – I’m sorry …
Alice – Oh well … that’s tequila under the bridge!
The brunette looks pensive.
Bette – So … I have only two options.
Alice – I thought you said that it was hypothetical.
Bette – Uh … I mean to date or not to date Gwen.
Alice rolls her eyes.
Alice – Yeah … right!
Bette looks distracted again.
Bette – Umm … I like the feast part though …
Tina’s bedroom, late night: Tina returns to her bedroom, taking off her robe and lying in bed. Chocolate is the solution to everything. Better than Ambien! – she chuckles. The blonde yawns and closes her eyes with a peaceful smile on her face.
Bette’s bedroom, late night: Bette and Alice are still talking on the phone. The brunette smiles mischievously.
Bette – Did you ever … feast on your obsession?
Alice – What do you think I was doing for six weeks following you around like a puppy?
Bette – Ahh … that’s why I had to drag you by the mouth. You wouldn’t let go of my leg!
Alice – If you want to call it a leg …
The brunette laughs.
Alice – How was the party last Saturday?
Bette – It was good. You should have gone.
Alice – Someone forgot to invite me! (pause) Was Gwen at the party?
Bette – Yes.
Alice – She always had a thing for you.
Bette – And she had a girlfriend.
Alice – Not anymore! Are you going to date her?
Bette – She asked me out boating this weekend.
Alice raises an eyebrow.
Alice – Just the two of you?
Bette – Yes.
Alice – That’s a big boat she has … more like a yacht … with a huuuge bed!
Bette – And how do you know this?
Alice – I have my contacts.
Bette – Are you going to be around this weekend?
Alice – Yep!
Bette – I’m thinking about planning another dinner at the gallery. Maybe you can help me with the invitation list?
Alice – Another one?! You just gave one … some four weeks ago.
Bette bites her lip.
Bette – Well … maybe I should have it more regularly. It’s good for business.
Alice – OK.
Bette – Umm … I’ll let you sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow. Thanks for helping me!
Alice – Anytime! I love when you spread salt on my wounds. A masochist fetish, you know?
The brunette smiles warmly.
Bette – Sleep well.
Alice – Sleep!
They hang up and Bette leans back against the headboard, looking thoughtful. A mischievous smile appears on her face.
Bette – May I invite you to a feast, Miss Kennard? (pause) A feast where you happen to be the main course?
She sighs heavily, closing her eyes.
Bette – Jesus …