Meanwhile, Tina made her way back to their VIP box, frowning as she saw Alice sitting on the sofa alone, nursing a drink.

”Where’s everyone?”

Alice visibly sighed before answering. ”Dana and Lara are dancing, Shane is in the DJ booth with Carmen, Kit said she went to the bathroom…” She said, leaving the sentence trailing.

”And Helena?”

Alice scoffed and nodded her chin forward. Tina turned in the direction of where Alice indicated and, straining her vision, the blonde saw Helena in the dark corner not so far away from them standing with some girl, leaning over to her too intimately for someone, who was just having a friendly conversation.

Tina winced and looked back at her friend. ”How long are you going to torture yourself?”

Alice drained her drink. ”Who said I’m torturing myself?”

”C’mon, Al, I know you still hope for something serious with her. I’m sorry for saying that, but you are going to hope till your grave”

Alice folded her arms. ”But… But why she keeps coming to me, keeps calling me and telling me that she misses me? Why does she do that if she doesn’t give a shit?”

Tina bit her lip, giving Alice a sorry look. ”Sex” The blonde replied sheepishly.

”She has all WeHo, why me…” Alice said more to herself, than to Tina. ”Anyway, it’s all your fault, TK”

Gaping at the sudden boldness, Tina almost choked. ”And what’s my fault exactly?”

”Why am I in such situation in the first place? Right, ’cause of your damn tequila-filled ass. Dana’s birthday, tequila, does it ring a bell?”

Of course it does, Tina thought with a wistful smile, which she was not aware of. It’s the day, when she met Bette, and not in the slightest degree did she regret that. But Tina wasn’t about to tell it to her sad friend. ”Al, you can’t possibly blame all your problems with Helena on me. I think you should stop responding to her and just let her go. I’m pretty sure this all is a part of her game and I think–”

”Good evening, ladies. I apologize for interrupting the party, it would be just one song, so please bear with me for a while…” Bette’s voice came from the speakers, causing Tina to jump up from the sofa with widened eyes and rush to the railing, which was separating VIP zone from the rest of the club space. Once at the railing Tina had a perfect view of the stage, where Bette sat on the high stool with a black guitar in her hands and a microphone in front of her.