“Oh you can be so fucking infuriating!” Tina snapped angrily mixing the chocolate cake batter angrily.

“Me? You’re the one that wants to make a huge fucking cake, for Max’s fucking going away party!” Bette snapped staggering in her drunken state.

“I hate when you get like this,” Tina said.

“What drunk? Cause you fucking do it too!” Bette said holding the counter so she wouldn’t fall over.

“Yeah but I drink for social reasons, not because I’ve had a hard day at work!” Tina said.

“Well you don’t have to deal with your ex-girlfriend trying to sell your fucking face to the world and call it the fucking cheater!” Bette spat defensively stepping toward Tina but underestimating her intoxication and falling forward.

Tina looked down at Bette on the kitchen floor, groaning in pain. Tina couldn’t help herself. She broke out in laughter as Bette glared up at her.

“Don’t laugh at me!” Bette said struggling to stand herself up.

Tina just kept on laughing and said, “oh my God, you are such a fucking idiot!”

“Hey!” Bette said trying to hide a smile but failing, “I am not!”

“You just tripped on air!” Tina cried breaking into laughter again.

“Oh yeah?” Bette said finally on her feet. Tina looked at her to see what she would do and she gasped when Bette suddenly dipped her hand into the chocolate batter and splashed it all over Tina’s face.

Tina gasped and Bette laughed hard, jumping around the kitchen like a wild chicken. “Oh hell no,” Tina said scooping up a handful of batter and throwing it directly in Bette’s face.

“Ahh!” Bette said running to the fridge and opening it.

“Bette no!” Tina cried, but it was too late. The caramel goddess had already gotten her hands on the whipped cream.

“Bitch, it’s on!” Bette said knowing how much Tina hated that word.

Tina gasped and reached over the counter to pick up the strawberry syrup she had been using. “You are going down for that!” Tina challenged.

“Ahhh foooooodddd fiiiiiggghhhtttt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Bette screamed pressing the button on the bottle to release whipped cream all over the place.

“Ahh!” Tina screamed as she squeezed the bottle of syrup.

Pink and white was spilling all over the place and at one point Bette jumped on Tina’s back and started spraying whipped cream in her hair. Tina, being the sober one, had the advantage of bearings and simply leaned back and watched as her girlfriend spilled onto the floor with a scream.