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”How did Karen find out Bette was out of prison anyway?” Alice wanted to know.
”Good question,” Tina shook her head. ”I have a feeling she eavesdropped on my conversation with Steve. She acted suspicious after that, during dinner.”
Alice sighed. ”We have to teach her a damn lesson.”
”She never learns.”
”We have to come up with something,” Alice insisted. ”Maybe you should tell Bette about her shenanigans.”
”I just hope Karen would leave Bette out of this whole situation. Bette doesn’t need her shit right now.”
”Have you met Bette Porter? I’m sure Bette would handle her just fine,” Alice smirked.
Tina pondered over Alice’s words for a moment, then smiled to herself. ”I think you’re right.”
”We should all get together this weekend,” Alice suggested abruptly. ”Ya know, make Bette feel at home again. A welcome back party, this sorta thing.”
”Great idea. I’ll ask her,” Tina nodded with enthusiasm.
”We definitely must do it at SheBar! She has to see that fucking hyped nest of debauchery.”
”Al,” Tina tilted her head, fixing her friend with a warning gaze. ”I don’t think so.”
”Why?! Don’t be such a party pooper. It would be fun.”
”It would be fun solely for you and nobody else, because you’re a crazy prankish woman,” Tina chuckled as she began rising to her feet. ”I have to go back to work. See you soon, Al.”
”Soon? You mean this weekend, at SheBar,” Alice smirked. ”I’ll take care of everything, don’t worry.”
Shaking her head, with a confident smile Tina walked out of The Planet while several pairs of prying eyes followed her back.
By the end of Bette’s shift the restaurant was packed with people crammed together eating, drinking and chatting chaotically. The brunette was busy serving patrons behind the bar counter when one of the waitresses leaned over to her and yelled through the noise that their manager wanted to see Bette in her office. Quickly finishing preparing a cocktail, Bette nodded to the waitress before the latter left in haste. Hurriedly updating her partner, Bette stepped away from behind the counter. She threaded her way to the back room where she tossed away her apron and changed into her jeans and a long-sleeve before making a beeline for her manager’s office.