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    Labyrinth Revisited Ch. 2

    Previously…


    Tina: (sternly) Bette, you cannot drive in your condition. I won’t
    allow you to get behind the wheel.

    Bette’s pride is starting to resurface.

    Bette: YOU won’t allow it?!?! Last time I checked, you didn’t want to
    have anything to do with me. Besides, isn’t there someone inside
    waiting for you?

    Tina is starting to get frustrated. Part of her wants to take this
    woman into her arms and never let her go and part wants to smack her
    upside the head and tell her to wake up and realize that she’s about to
    lose Tina forever because of that damned pride.

    Tina: I’m out here with you, doesn’t that mean anything to you? Oh my
    God, Bette, open your eyes for once and see that the world does not
    revolve around the almighty Bette Porter. How about the fact that you
    fucked up and I’m the one out here making sure that you’re ok. What
    about me and how I feel? What about the fact that it’s been just as, if
    not more, difficult for me the past few months as well without YOU in MY
    life? Do you even care about me, about us, or is it just that you don’t
    want it to look like you’ve failed in front of everyone?!?!
    ———————————————————

    At this point, Bette didn’t know what to do or say. She could argue her
    point with Tina, which might cause Tina to leave again. Bette could just put
    her tail between her legs and let Tina have her moment. Or she could try to
    talk to her rationally in a reasonably calm manner.

    Either way, that wasn’t
    going to happen based on the state that Bette was in at the moment. The cool
    night air that would usually have a sobering effect was intensifying her lack of
    motor skills and impeding her thought process. All Bette could muster were two
    simple words.

    Bette: Come here.

    Usually this would be all that Tina needed to send her over the edge and
    succumb to the Porter charms. Tonight was different. Tina wanted answers. No,
    she needed them. What had she done to cause Bette to stray? What had she NOT
    done? Did Bette still love her? Did she still love Bette? Could they get
    passed all this? What if they couldn’t, then what?

    Tina: Bette, you know that’s not going to work this time.

    Bette: No, T. I think I need your help. (Starting to slur a bit) I think I maybe
    had a few too many.

    Tina: Oh That I can do. You will be answering all of my questions when
    you’re a little less drunk. You know that right?

    Tina walks over to give Bette a hand unlocking the car and helping her into
    the passenger seat. She takes Bette’s seatbelt and straps her in. This does not
    go unnoticed by Bette.

    Bette: See, T, I knew you still loved me.

    Bette, seizing the moment, places her hands on Tina’s face and pulls her
    into a deep, long overdue, kiss.

    Tina’s mind tells her to fight off the advances, but her heart takes over
    and allows the kiss to deepen. They both need this. They need to feel that
    there is some hope for their relationship, that this simple act is the first
    step in the journey back to being together.

    Just as Bette’s hands start to wander, Tina realizes what is happening and
    abruptly ends the kiss.

    Tina: Bette, we can’t do this now, not like this. I’m not ready. Listen, I’m
    going to go get my things inside & then I’ll drive us home.

    Bette, thinking to herself – did she just say “us” and “home” in the same
    sentence? Could Tina really want to reconcile and move back to “our” house? Is
    the alcohol making me hear things that aren’t really being said?

    Tina: Hello earth to Bette did you hear what I said? Are you going to be
    ok while I run inside to get my things?

    Bette: (smiling and feeling no pain) Uh, sure.
    Besides, you have the key (mumbling to herself as Tina walks back into the
    Planet) to my heart.

    Comments

    1. Hope that Bette remember this tomorrow. and does so good solid thinking. Love Tina when she is mad at Bette Bette does know how to push Tinas buttons. thanks

    2. well, well, well, i was wondering the same thing why didn’t tina go after bette and what would happpen if she did, i think this is the greatest b-day present i have ever had, considering that 2day is my b-day, thanx 2 the story & the post.

    3. My grandpa used to say that a drunk man tells no lies – sad that Tina wasn’t there to hear Bette’s last comment.
      I’m assuming that by the time she returns to the car, Better will be sound asleep – at least making for a quiet trip ‘home’.
      A cup of coffee may sober her up some once home and in her semi-intoxicated state she will be more honest and open with herself and her feelings for Tina – at least that’s what I pray. The risk is that she may not recall clearly, come morn time, the events of the prior night. So I guess the ball is in T’s court. She could ask a couple questions but nothing to deep b/c I know she’d want Bette to be clear headed for any serious conversations.
      All this being said – girl do yuh thang!

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