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The same night, Dana unties the belt around her robe as she walks out of the bathroom and strolls over to the bed. She is just about to climb in when she hears a knock at the door. She drops her head and sighs and ties the belt back as she goes over to open the door.
Dana: Who the hell is this?
She opens the door without looking out of the peephole; so she’s surprised when she comes face to face with Bette.
Bette pushes her way inside and Dana closes the door.
Dana: Okay? Come on in I guess? Although it’s not really a good time.
Bette keeps walking as she responds.
Bette: I don’t give a shit I….
Bette stops talking when she comes face to face with the naked woman lying across Dana’s bed. The unfamiliar girl doesn’t make a move to cover up, she instead just smiles and waves as she throws a quick wink Bette’s direction.
Girl: Hey there
Bette turns around to face Dana as she points behind her.
Bette: Are you serious?
Dana rolls her eyes at Bette and then walks over to the bed.
Dana: Could you give us a sec, sweetheart?
The girl giggles as she hops off of the bed and bounces over to a discarded robe laying on the floor. She quickly throws it on and eyes Bette up and down as she walks past her.
Girl: I’ll go refill our ice.
Dana:(smiles) Good thinking
The girl walks out of the room and Bette shakes her head and scoffs at her friend.
Bette: What the hell are you doing, Dane?
Dana shrugs as she plops down on the bed.
Dana: I’m single….so I’m doing what single people do.
Dana holds her hand out towards Bette as she interrupts her.
Dana: And before you give me some lame ass lecture let’s not forget you fucked anything that moved when Tina left.
Bette looks at Dana in anger.
Bette: I think I had a lot more to shit going on than you do right now.
Dana sits down on the bed and shrugs as she picks up the remote and starts to flip though the channels on the TV.
Dana: Everyone has their own shit, it’s nobody’s job to judge whose shit is heavier. Which is what I was trying to explain to your wife. I’m assuming that’s why you’re here.