Bette blew out a sigh between pursed lips, wondering how much she could say, how much she should say about something she’d tried so hard to forget.

            “She wants to you to work with Doyle… and I’d rather you not.”  Bette stated forcefully, and Candace laughed softly, taking a sip of her wine.

            “Why?”  Candace asked, giving Doyle a look, the woman with one name. 

            “Because it will be trouble, Helena has an angle.  She always has an angle.”  Bette stated, tossing back the rest of her drink.  Having moved from wine to double shots of scotch.  Doyle’s drink.

            “I need the money, you need the money, we need to keep Helena under close watch?”  Candace offered, “Why not let me invade the enemy camp?”  She laughed, her hand drifting down to Bette’s hand and pulling her to the impromptu dance floor. 

~*~*~*~*~*

            Alice had watched Susan walking over to Doyle.  The goddess with a mane of blonde hair and green eyes that just wouldn’t give up.  How could she compete with that?  Penthouse Model wannabe, uh hello?  Those tits had to be fake, didn’t they?  Yeah, they had to be fake.  There was no way…. She cut the train of thought off as Doyle stepped into Susan’s arms.

            “I need a fucking drink.”  Alice said in a lusty voice, and she walked over to the bar.  She ordered something, she didn’t remember what, and a bright blue drink was served to her.  She gave it an odd look, sure that it wasn’t what she ordered, but took it nonetheless.

            “What is that?”  Lara asked and Alice shrugged.  Lara pressed a little closer to Alice, feeling the heat ebbing from her skin, making Lara a bit jealous that Alice would be going home with Susan later. She pushed that thought away again.

            “As long as it starts with “A” and ends in “L,” I don’t care.  I needed a drink.”  Alice shot back, her eyes reverting back to Susan, then trying to pull them away.  Unable to.  What was that woman doing to her?

            Lara looked up, following Alice’s gaze as it settled on Susan and Doyle.  A hot flash of something unknown shot through Lara again.  She physically turned away, her blue eyes finding the bartender and snapping her fingers.