"Shit," Tasha murmured as she noticed Tina’s swaying her hips seductively and Bette’s eyes glued to her ass.

When they reached the dance floor it got serious. Tina pulled Bette to her back roughly and started grinding her ass against her crotch.

Bette let out a soft moan and grabbed Tina’s hips. Tina smirked and turned around wrapping her hands around the brunette’s neck. She started grinding her crotch against Bette’s, in a sense dry humping her.

Both of their breaths were heavy as their faces inched closer to each other. Bette looked like she was hesitating, so Tina lunged forward and crashed their lips together.

They both moaned as fireworks exploded all around them. Bette took control of the kiss, putting her hand behind Tina’s head and holding her in place as she slipped her tongue inside of the blonde’s mouth.

Their tongues snaked together and their hips ground together. By the time they broke apart they were horny, desperate, and wet.

"God Tina, I…" Bette started to apologize.

"Shh," Tina said shaking her head, "take me home Bette."

Bette was confused at first wondering if Tina was mad, but once she saw the look of sheer desire on Tina’s face she knew what she meant.

"I’ve been trying to seduce since day one Bette, I’m tired of going around this so I’m gonna be straight forward," Tina said gripping Bette’s shirt firmly, "take me home and make love to me."

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October 20, 2011
Ventura, California

The arsonist stepped into the large building. She smirked as she walked through the stale white walls of the hospital. The place was practically empty except in the ER which was practically packed with people.

Stealing that nurse’s outfit was simple. She found that people easily gave her the clothes off their back if they were being burned. Of course the nurse didn’t expect to then be burned alive after she had given her the clothes.

The arsonist smiled wickedly to herself and walked to the back of the hospital. Fire was such a beautiful but dangerous thing. She had been taught by her master, the real Philly arsonist, that the worst place to start is a hospital. Well not worst for them, but worst for the people in the hospital. She smiled evilly as she imagined the elderly people trying to escape the flames, or those children all attached to tubes desperately crying for someone to save them.