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    Bobby and I (2)

    "So Helena came to the rescue?"

    "From what I heard the woman is a freaking maniac," Alice laughed, "she’s very hard on Dylan. She’s a bad person."

    "Well I’m hard on James but I am not a bad person," I said, "she’s probably just a workaholic like me."

    "Oy that’s worse!"

    "What!" I said offended.

    "Let’s face it Bette, you can be a bitch if you don’t release some of that stress."

    "So that’s why you’re bringing me here?"

    "What, is it a crime?"

    "Bitch," I muttered following Alice into the hotel. She laughed and flipped me off.

    Helena’s party was raging, but that was mostly because Helena was too busy making out with Dylan to moderate the drinking. 

    "Hey you guys are late!" Dana laughed running up to us.

    She gave Alice a sloppy wet kiss and give her a disgusted look. "She’s drunk!" Alice chuckled.

    "Let’s dance!" Dana screeched.

    "In a minute babe, I gotta introduce Bette to her date," Alice said.

    "Aww come on!" Dana whined.

    I laughed and Alice shook her head, "just wait a little okay baby?"

    Dana pouted and tapped this redhead that was walking by, "hey wanna dance while I wait for my girlfriend?"

    "Sure," she smiled, "what’s your name?"

    "Dana."

    "I’m Lara," she said, "let’s dance."

    Alice just laughed as they ran onto the dance floor. I was surprised. I know if it were me I would be so jealous. Alice gave me a little nudge, "I trust her."

    "Oh I see," I said following Alice through the crowd.

    She led me to a couch where a skinny brunette woman was sitting. "Bette," Alice said sitting me down next to her, "this is Shane McKutheon. Shane this is Bette Porter."

    Shane gave me a polite smile and shook my hand, "Alice says you just want a good time."

    "She says you have plenty of experience," I countered immediately liking this woman. She gave an aura of confidence, kindness, and gentleness. I could see why she was a lothario.

    "Hmm yeah, but evidently Alice thinks that’s the equivalent to a prostitute," Shane scoffed.

    "She obviously thinks I can’t get a woman of my own," I said with a smirk.

    That earned us both smacks, "since when did this turn into an Alice-bashing party!"

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