Alice points to Jenny, Okay, youre next.

Jennys lips bend in a half drunken smirk, *****!

Exasperated, Alice shouts, NO! and slaps herself in the forehead, Jenny, are you even listening? You cant use the same word twice – weve been through this already. Now take a swig of that beer. Tina, youre up.

Okay, Tina looks toward Bette for a little help.

Oh ***** no sweetheart Im saving my own *****, youre on your own here babe. Bette winks and blows her lover an exaggerated kiss.

Fine Porter, I dont need you, Ive got one the girls are gonna love. Drawing each in a little closer, Tina grins, Bette likes when I call it The Front Office!

Alice screams with laughter, Oh God I forgot about that one! Looking directly at Tina, does the term take it up with the front office mean anything to you?

Tina giggles while nodding her head, affirming that she does in fact know exactly what that phrase means.

Okay you two, Shane puts her hand up to stop the exchange, Let me speak for all concerned here – its just too creepy that you both know that about her. Turning her attention to Bette, And you my friend, way too up tight – The Front Office? I vote for Bette to drink cause dude thats just ***** lame!

Bette grabs the bottle of beer she and Tina are sharing and shoots her wife a scathing look before taking a quick sip.

Porter, you big puss, take a bigger sip! Alice barks as she helps tip the bottle toward Bettes lips once again. Okay, thats better. Searching the table for the next contestant, Lets see what you can come up with Dana.

Dana flashes a wide and very drunken smile, Its about time, Ive been saving this one, Poon Tongue.

The table erupts in laughter as Dana stares on in confusion, What? What did I say?

Leaning close, Shane whispers into Danas ear. Danas face contorts and she looks at Shane quizzically, Poontang? Whats that?

Alice slaps her hands flat against the table, For the love of all that is holy, how can you all call yourselves lesbians and have so few ways of referring to the love box? Im bi and I know more terms than you five combined! Glaring at each one around the table, Every one of you take a drink because you SUCK at this game! Let me help you out Jenny, Alice yells across the table at her bewildered pal, you my friend may want to take notes here, cause Im going to give you some new terms to use

Before Alice can begin Bette interrupts her, Ill tell you what my little feline friend, Ill bet you twenty bucks you cant come up with fifteen different terms in one minute.

Oh, you are so on Porter – Ill totally take that bet, you just tell me when to start. Oh, and I wont bother repeating any of the sad examples Ive heard tonight. Alice smiles smugly at the tall brunette.

Lets see your stuff fluffy, Bette looks to Tina, You say when and Ill time her on my watch.

Tina shifts her stare between the two friends, eyeing each and wondering what in the ***** Alice is going to come up with now, Fine. Alice, go.

*****, love hole, pearl harbor, gash, slash, butter boat, BUSH for Gods sake, nobody said bush tonight, cookie, scooter pie, ***** ladies, slit, slot, muff, prick pocket – sorry I forgot, you wouldnt know about that, trench

Fifteen! Shane shouts, giving Alice a slug in the arm, Dude, thats amazing!

Bette reaches into her stash of cash and tosses a twenty dollar bill on the table before Alice, You win kitten. Bette lightly kisses Tina on the cheek before heading to the ladies room.

Hey, come on sailor, Alice shouts after her departing pal Dont you want to go for another fifteen? *****, I got a million of themOh ***** me! Alice screeched, I love this song. Quickly scanning the table she grabs Tinas hand, yanking her hard, Dance with me.

Tinas eyes roll as she whines back in an exhausted breath, No Al, Im tired

Tina Portard, you act like your eighty! Get your sorry granny ***** on the dance floor with me NOW! Again Alice yanks on Tina, pulling her abruptly from her chair. This is the 70s segment and I need to dance, so shut up and shake your ***** with me!

Tina continues to balk at the idea of getting sweaty in the middle of that crowd of drunken women, Pleeeeease? Alices plea cuts into Tinas thoughts, I promise not to rub my tail end against you
Conceding, Tina takes the dance floor with her leather clad friend and quickly allows herself to be taken over by the upbeat music.

Tina lost track of how many songs theyd been dancing to and was relieved when the music finally began to fade, she was tired, sweating and in desperate need of a tall cold drink. Come on Al, Im done. Tina turned toward their table when she heard it, that familiar rhythm, the sultry deep voice; she stopped and smiled, realizing its their song, hers and Bettes. The familiar low rumble of Barry Whites sultry voice filled the room with the romantic and very ***** Youre The First, The Last, My Everything.

Tina anxiously looked toward the occupants at their table but Bette wasnt there, Damn, where did she go? she wondered to herself as she slowly and dejectedly began making her way to the edge of the dance floor. It was then that she noticed Dana and Shane frantically pointing behind her.
Turning in the direction of their jutting fingers, Tina suddenly found herself mesmerized by the sight before her.