Thanks. I said, as the song ended, and before the poor woman had time to blink I was sat back at the table pouring myself another drink. The last thing I expected was Bette to be still sat there.

Was that for my benefit?
I could see the anger reflecting in her eyes, as she glared at me with an intensity that made me shiver.

I took a slug of my JD. Was what for your benefit? Why the ***** was she so angry? She didnt want me.

That little show you just put on for everyone to see. She said through gritted teeth.

I was dancing with her, whats wrong with that?

Dont give me that Tina. She was getting pissed off, You were practically ***** her on the dance floor. She spat.

I sank back in my seat, dropped my head back, and laughed sarcastically. And drained my glass once again.

Dont be ridiculous Bette, besides if Id have wanted to ***** her I would have took her in the rest room for a bit of privacy.

I think I really did shock her with that statement.

What the ***** is wrong you Tina, who are you? And there it was that pitiful tone to her voice again.

Nothings wrong with me, this is who I am, Joss, Joss Knight, Tina ***** Kennard does not exist, why do you insist on calling me that? I think I said it a bit too loudly, because people were beginning to stare. But I was drunk, so I didnt care.

Im taking you back to your hotel T, I think youve had enough. She grabbed her purse and started to pull on my arm. Come on T, lets go.

I yanked my arm away and started to pour myself another drink, it never made its way to my lips.

Just get in the ***** car Tina. Bette said, as she opened the passenger door and tried to shove me in.

I want to drive. I said trying to grab the keys from her hand.

Your drunk Tina, how the ***** are you going drive, you cant even walk in a straight line, get in the car.

You always ***** drive, give me the keys, Im not drunk.