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Cane’s Bar & Grill, Mission Beach, San Diego – Wednesday Night
Bette sat on her stool staring out at the dark waves crashing against the beach. A salty sea breeze whipped through the rooftop restaurant where she had just finished dinner.
A half-eaten plate of tequila lime shrimp and an empty margarita glass occupied the table in front of her. The bustle of the establishment did not seem to faze the ad exec from her own thoughts.
After record-time packing and loading up her CTS-V with her travel gear, she sat in traffic for nearly three hours making her way down to San Diego. The entire drive, her phone received six “I’m sorry” texts and countless missed calls from Tina.
Even though she wanted to talk to her, she needed the time to regroup and get some perspective before jumping into a long conversation with Tina about where they were or where they would end up. It was certainly not a conversation she wanted to have via cell phone anyway. She just hoped Tina would understand.
Having spoken with Kit, she was more than certain that Tina would go to the Planet for karaoke night since she knew all the girls were going. She told Kit that she didn’t mind her telling Tina she had come down early, but to make sure Tina wasn’t too worried.
She absent-mindedly reached for her glass, keeping her eyes glued to the beach. It wasn’t until she brought it to her lips that she realized she had already finished it.
Alright Porter, we’re cuttin’ you off for the evening, she told herself. If you can’t remember that you drank all your alcohol, you certainly don’t need anymore.
“Would you like a box ma’am?” a young waiter with a summer tan and a puka shell necklace interrupted Bette’s self-advisory.
“What? Oh, no, thank you.”
“May I take your plate?”
“Yes, of course.” Bette responded, pushing her plate toward the edge of the table. “Where’s the band going to be playing tonight?” She inquired of the waiter.
“Silent Minority? Oh, yeah, they’re playing downstairs.”
“Oh, I didn’t realize there was a downstairs.”
“Right at the foot of the stairs you came up on the outside of the building, there’s an entrance to the concert area. You can get down there from right over there by the bar though.”