“Crap,” groaned Bette booting down the computer and vowing to give Jo the chance to tell her about the job offer in her own time.  As long as her own time was as soon as humanly possible.

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            “So, Brian is selling Babylon West?” asked Lara as she drove towards The Planet, wanting to check on the nightly slips before turning in.  Carmen was in the passenger’s seat, nodding her head.  “What are you going to do?”

            “Well, I still have my job with Brian for Shane and her modeling.  Now that Sam isn’t taking pictures anymore, that’s it, I’m thinking that I don’t know what I’m going to do.  I’ll make due, I always do, there is always Wax,” said Carmen with a grunt as she looked out onto the wet pavement of LA, feeling a little lost, but not wanting to admit it.

            “You could come back and DJ at The Planet?” offered Lara, her blue eyes looking over at Carmen, who turned and gave her an odd look.  “Oh, come on, Carmen, you are a great DJ, and I know I have a few bands and stuff, but a great DJ?  They can kicked up a crowd any day of the week.”

            “I’ll think about it,” stated Carmen with the wave of a hand.  “You know, I can get home from The Planet,” she said as they pulled into the deserted parking lot of The Planet.

            “I’ll get you home, just let me check how things were tonight, and I’ll get you home.  Will you turn into a pumpkin if I don’t get you home before midnight?” quipped Lara as she walked in front of Carmen, twirling around and smiling teasingly at Carmen.

            Grimacing, Carmen got out of the car, “No.”

            Lara laughed, pushing the key into the door and opening it, groaning as she looked over the disaster that her bartenders had left her with as she turned on the lights at the door.  The floors needed to be swept, there were still beer bottles on the tables and Lara’s head fell forward, red hair falling into her crisp blue eyes.

            “Damn, you need some better help,” chuckled Carmen as she looked over the mess.