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Bette:(laughs) It’s called a plus one for a reason Alice…. you get one.
Alice: But I got a lot of art geeks at my job that really wants to come.
Bette: Well, too bad.
Dana smiles sheepishly.
Dana: Actually, I promised my cousin I would try to squeeze two tickets out of you.
Bette: Sorry all the tickets are accounted for.
Dana:(shrugs) Oh well. Thanks anyway I’ll let’em know.
Shane smiles and nudges Bette.
Shane: Decided on your date yet?
Bette laughs and rolls her eyes.
Bette: No and that’s the last thing on my mind….
Dana: Yeah but it’s important right? I mean you wanna take someone that’s gonna let you…… “celebrate” if the night goes well…
Alice:(smiles) And take out some frustration if it doesn’t….
Bette laughs and nods her head.
Bette: You guys may actually have a point…. I think I’ll be fine with whoever I decide on though
Alice: Of course, you will….
Shane: Could always call up that cute Blonde that threw that wine in Dane’s face.
Alice starts laughing at the memory.
Dana: It’s not funny Alice…
Bette: What the fuck are you talking about? That girl is probably the straightest woman I’ve ever met.
Shane: I don’t know she kinda gave you a look when you walked in, Bette.
Alice: Yeah, I saw it too…
Bette: I think you’re both crazy….and let’s not forget she’s about to marry Dane’s cousin?
Dana: Yeah guys stop trying to steal my cousin’s woman because we all know if she crosses over to the dark side there’s no coming back….
Alice: Especially if she starts off with the straight girl whisperer over here….
Everyone laughs, and Bette smiles and shakes her head.
Bette: Hey I don’t fuck around with straight girls, that’s a fucking heartbreak wrapped up in a tight little bow….
Shane: I heard that
Everyone holds their drinks in the air.
Dana: To staying away from straight girls…
They all laugh and clink glasses before taking a sip and going back to their dinner and conversation….
A week later, Tina is in her office staring down at a script she’s been trying to read for the past hour, but she just can’t seem to concentrate. She finally gives up and closes the script and then opens her laptop. She does a little background work on a script idea brewing in her head, and then she finds herself typing in a name into the search engine… Bette Porter. It only takes a second before the smile that has been on her mind all week pops up on the screen. She scrolls down and clicks on a Bio of Bette done by some art magazine.