Alice charged on, barely noticing. Enrique, we need you in the kitchen immediately! Enrique!…Hey, blondie! the voice yelled.

Alice snapped to reality. *****, thats me, she realized, spinning around to see the waiter from a few minutes ago glaring at her impatiently. She had to bite her tongue to keep from yelling at him for calling her blondie. Everyone in the restaurant was looking, including Shane and Dana, so Alice spun on her heel and quickly marched over to the waiter. What? she hissed.

He grabbed her arm, dragging her into the kitchen. He gestured toward a sheet of paper with an order on it. Were a little shorthanded in here right now because Alex is on his break, so you need to get this order cooked and ready to go quickly. He grinned and left her standing there, clueless.

Alice gulped audibly and glanced around the kitchen. Now what was she going to do?

So she did the only thing that she knew to do in an emergency: she called Bette.

Bette, sorry to wake you, but this is an emergency! No, calm down, Im not hurt, its much worse than that. How do you make minestrone soup? What do you mean you dont know? Look, you dont want to ask why, okay, just trust me on this. Are you laughing? Shut up, Porter, this isnt funny! Now go find me a cookbook! Fine, fine, how the ***** do you make rigatoni then? You dont know that either? *****, what are you good for? Wake up Tina and ask her. What do you mean, no? Bette, I told you this is an emergency!

The waiter stepped back into the kitchen. Enrique, off the phone! Get that order made!

Enrique? Whos that? Bette asked.

Alice sighed, seeing the waiter still standing there, staring at her sternly. No one, she replied truthfully. She continued on quickly in a frantic whisper, keeping her voice down so that the waiter couldnt hear. Look, Porter, dont freak out or anything, but if you dont hear from me within an hour, it might be a good idea to call Marina and ask her if I can borrow some money for bail. With that, she hung up, grumbling to the waiter that she was getting to work as fast as she could.

With that, the waiter reluctantly left, leaving Alice alone in the kitchen. Alice picked up a pan, trying to figure out how it worked. She knew she may look better than Lara in a chefs outfit, but she had a sneaking suspicion that she didnt have the womans cooking skills.