“And what would you know about art?” shot back Bette, turning in her chair.  The mere sight of the Latina sent something brimming through Bette that she wasn’t sure what it was.  Anger, for Rosita having went home with Tina.  Envy, because the woman before her did what she wanted, with who she wanted.  Lust, because the girl had offered to fuck her weeks before. 

            “I don’t know if she knows art, but, she’s a hellva lawyer, or at least, she will be, hi babe,” smiled Melanie, sweeping down and kissing Lindsay hard on the lips.  “Mmmmmm, damn that tastes good.”

            “As good as corporate ass?” asked Lindsay, narrowing her eyes and kissing Melanie quickly again.

            “Umm…,” began Mel, feeling like she was left out of the loop.

            “A long story, Rosita, please sit down,” offered Lindsay, patting the chair that was to her left.

            “No, I think I’ll go frequent the bar,” smiled Rosita slyly, she was going to big the hot head Bette Porter a wide berth after everything that had gone on recently. 

            “That is what you do best,” muttered Bette under her breath, Mel gave her an odd look, wondering what Bette’s problem with Rosita was.

            “You wish it was your problem, don’t you?” asked Rosita with a grin.  Arms crossed over her chest, leaning on her left leg, waiting for the witty come back.

            “Why don’t you sit?  I’d love to hear your take on art,” shot back Bette with a sarcastic look, waving to the chair next to her.

            Rosita smirked, weighing her options, banter with Bette Porter, friend to Shane.  Or go to the bar, hope that she could find someone to take her frustrations out on.

            “You two seem to have met,” said Mel, leaning over Lindsay and getting piece of bread from the basket.  “And seem to know each other much better than just a soft ball game between the two of you.”

            “We have, she’s a friend of mine, Carmen’s, cousin.  And she went home with my ex the other night,” said Bette with a heated tone.

            “HA!  That’s what is bothering you!  I got to take the alluring Tina Kennard home, while you sulked and licked your wounds.  You are the one that kicked her off your team, you thought that punishing her further was the best way to get her back,” laughed Rosita, wagging a finger at Bette.