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    Bowled Over 2

    Tina: Who is it?!

    Bette: Your worst nightmare! We are trying to sleep in here so could you keep it down?!

    Alice: Yeah! We are ready to kick some ass

    Bette: Shut up Al!

    Tina: Yeah! We will keep it down! Sorry about that.

    Bette: Ok Thanks! Appreciate it.

    Alice: Yeah! Thanks! I don’t know how much longer I could have held Bette back from kicking the door down

    Bette: Alice!

    Alice: Sorry

    Tina turned to the other women and covered her mouth with her hand pointing at the door. She tiptoed over to the bed and motioned the others to huddle in.

    Tina: Guys? Bette Porter is next door. Holy Shit!. This is perfect. Let’s cause a ruckus.

    Shane: A ruckus? I swear I don’t know why I left L.A. to come to a school in the south. I can’t learn all the slang fast enough

    Gabby: Me either but the women are sexy as hell and I love the accents

    Everyone nods in agreement.

    Tina: Well now that we have established that I am a hot commodity with my slight southern accent let’s make a ruckus. Turn on the radio Jenny so we can have music while we enjoy our pizza.

    Alice and Bette’s room

    Bette slams her hand on the bed several times in a row and yells into her pillow

    Bette: Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

    Alice: They are doing that shit on purpose Bette.

    Bette sighs

    Bette: Noooo. You think?

    Bette turns on the light and sits up in the bed. She scratches her head and looks toward the sliding doors to the balcony.

    Bette: Al? I wonder if we can get to their balcony from ours and get a look at who is in the room

    Alice got off of the bed and walked over to the door sliding it open . Bette followed behind her where they both were now standing outside looking at the other balcony

    Alice: I think I can reach over and grab onto their railing if you hold my feet since your arms are longer. They have the blinds open slightly for me to get a peek.

    Bette: Ok. But be careful Al.

    Alice scoffed and waved her off

    Alice: Careful is my middle name. Plus I live for this shit!

    Bette: Why doesn’t that surprise me?

    Alice stepped on the rail and reached over grabbing the other balcony rail and pulled herself over as Bette held onto her legs. Alice inched forward craning her neck until she got a look inside and gasped. She pushed herself back as Bette grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back onto their balcony.

    Alice turned to Bette

    Bette: Well?

    Alice: Well it’s fitting to have number 1 and number 2 adjoined next to each other.

    Bette’s face registered shock then anger.

    Bette: You’ve got to be fucking kidding me?

    Alice shook her head

    Alice: Afraid not. The whole fucking team is in there eating pizza. Even that sexy Dana Fairbanks. Yum!

    Bette rolled her eyes

    Bette: Give it a rest Al

    Bette and Alice walked back inside shutting the door and sat down on Alice’s bed as they continued listening to the talking and music coming from the other room.

    Alice rolled over on her back and rested her head in her hands and crossed her legs as she stretched out on the bed.

    Alice: So what’s the plan Stan?

    Bette rested her chin on her fist like the Thinker until she smiled.

    Bette: If you can’t beat ’em-join ’em

    Alice sat up and gave Bette a look like she had grown three heads.

    Alice: What?

    Bette: Get up Al and comb that rat’s nest out on the top of your head. We are going to join their little party. Call Carmen and Marina’s room and Nikki and Adele’s room and get them down here. I’m going to order some more pizza and have it delivered to their room and we will push our way in when they open up the door for the pizza delivery guy.

    Alice grinned ear to ear.

    Alice: I don’t know who you are or what you did with the old Bette Porter, but I like you much better. Can you stay? Pretty please?

    Bette rolled her eyes and chuckled as she got up staring at the adjoining door while Alice called the others.

    Bette: So Kennard? You want to play? Well then let’s play.

     

    tbc?

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