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Spaceland Green Room
The atmosphere in the green room was electric with excited chatter among the Stouts when Bette, Tina, Dana, James, and Tori walked in.
“Little P!” the band cheered and greeted their manager as she and Tina sauntered in, swinging their held hands animatedly. Bette stopped midstride and twirled Tina in her arms before placing a sweet kiss on her lips to the whistles and “awws” coming from their small audience.
Angus was the first to approach the brunette with his hand in the air for a friendly high-five. Bette gave him what he wanted as he spoke. “Dude, you were on fire tonight, Little P! FI-YAH!”
“Thanks, Angus.” Bette blushed. Tina thought it was the cutest thing ever.
“No really, Bette, you were fucking amazing out there!” Carmen said, giving her a big hug. “You seriously need to play with us more often. We could write some big hits with your help.”
“Alright, alright, everyone, thank you. I’m already blushing, what more do you want?”
“I can think of a few things.” Tina remarked with a knowing smile.
“I’m actually surprised you two are still here, let alone clothed. I figured Tina would’ve dragged you out of here to jump your bones after that little performance.” Alice teased.
“She told me no.” Tina quipped.
A chorus of “Ooh’s” filled the green room as Bette’s blush turned an even deeper shade of crimson.
“Sometimes you gotta leave ‘em wanting more, right Little P?” Shane smirked.
“Can we please talk about something else?” Bette pleaded with her friends, and playfully glared at Tina. She turned to James who was also grinning and slightly blushing. “Sorry I didn’t have time to give you the heads up that your favorite ex-boss was here.”
“Don’t worry about it. I expected her to be here, and hope that I handled it well out there.” He replied.
“You were nothing short of a consummate professional.” Tina assured him. “I, on the other hand, was unequivocal about my irritation with her.” She looked up at Bette with a hint of guilt. “I’m sorry, baby.”
“It’s fine,” Bette smiled. “She had it coming.” The two lovebirds began to lean into one another again until Kit finally spoke up.
“Alright you two, how about a little constructive criticism for the rest of us over here?” She teased.