Tina patted the spot beside her, "Look at this"

Bette sat down next to her beautiful girlfriend, kissing the side of her head before leaning against her to read the article. Her eyes widened at what she read.

"Eric got arrested?"

Tina nodded, "Yeah, apparently for theft. It looks like he tried to steal something from a lab or something. He lost everything, his job, all his money and he’s facing 25 years"

Bette shook her head, "Jesus, that’s crazy"

"Tell me about it. He’s out on bail now but it says here that Monica tried to help him do it. So she’s facing the same amount of time as he is"

Bette scoffed, "She never learned"

Tina turned her head and looked at Bette confused, "What do you mean?"

Bette shook her head and said, "Nothing" before snatching the newspaper out of Tina’s hands and tossing it to the floor, smirking and laying on top of the blonde.

"You however will learn how to do what I say and unpack"

Tina smiled up at her beautiful girlfriend. They certainly had a lot of obstacles come their way but she was glad they talked everything out that night in the gallery. She felt they were stronger than every now.

"Or you’ll do what to me exactly?"

Bette smirked, "Oh you’ll see"

*****

"Can you believe that shit? A woman! She left me for a woman!"

The bartender stood behind the bar as he dried a beer mug and watched as the man before him downed another tequila shot. The man’s dirty blonde hair was plastered to his sweaty forehead, his white button down shirt was wrinkled and dirty. The first few buttons were undone and his tie hung loosely off his neck. His face was wet with tears and his eyes were all red and puffy.

"I mean what the fuck? I’m successful, I was good in bed. I pleased her. I gave her everything she wanted. I mean shit, I even took her to the gallery where she met Bette fucking Porter!!"

The man slammed the empty shot glass down on the bar, signaling for another round. The bartender raised an eyebrow at him and reluctantly grabbed the glass as the man continued on his rant.

"I never did anything bad to Bette. I helped her find some of her clients for god sake and what does she fucking do? She steals my girl! What can a woman do that a man can’t anyway?"

The bartender shook his head as he placed another shot glass filled with tequila on the bar. The man blinked a few times to try and clear his double vision and dizziness as he grabbed the glass.

"If I would have known then what I know now, I would have never taken her to that damn gallery. She would have never met Bette and we would still be together"

Finally realizing that no one was paying attention to him, the man sighed, "My life is shit"

He spilled some tequila onto the bar as he brought the glass to his lips.

"So change it"

The man froze before he could pour the drink into his mouth but the bitter taste of tequila still managed to touch his lips. He put the glass down and turned around to face the direction the voice came from.

Sitting alone at the far left corner in the bar sat a homeless man, his body and face was slightly covered by shadows. He wore a dirty hat and kept his head down so nothing more could be seen but his grey beard. The man at the bar just looked at the homeless man in confusion.

"Huh?"

The homeless man grabbed his beer mug and was about to answer the man at the bar when he took a deep breath and thought about his next words. He took a big gulp out of his beer and sighed.

"Forget it. You can’t change fate"