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“No answer?” Alice asked, looking at the disappointed face in front of her.
Bette shook her head, looking down at the phone. “You think she gave me the wrong number?”
Alice, amused by the situation, watched Bette call the number again. “Don’t act like a stalker, Bette.”
“She knew I was going to call her,” Bette pointed out, the phone resting against her ear.
“Maybe something came up,” Alice reasoned with a smile on her face. “I’m going to have to meet this woman.”
Bette rolled her eyes, pouting once more as an automatic voice message picked up.
“Stop sulking,” Alice ordered with a small laugh.
“Why isn’t she answering?” Bette questioned, sighing as she tossed her phone on the bed. Looking at the time, “you think she’s in bed?”
“Does she look like she goes to bed at 10?” Alice asked, popping a piece of popcorn in her mouth.
“What does someone who goes to bed at 10 look like?” Bette furrowed her brow in confusion.
Alice bit her lower lip, a small smile forming on her lips, “she’s not. Maybe she is out.”
“With another woman?” Bette asked, putting her hands on her hips.
“Or man…” Alice couldn’t control her laughter as she looked at the jealous face of the brunette, “oh my god. This is going to be fun.”
“Stop,” Bette whined playfully, plopping down on the mattress next to the blonde. “You know I like her; why are you teasing me?”
“Because I’ve never seen you like this and I find it entertaining.”
Bette took the pillow behind Alice’s head and slapped her with it, “I’m paying for these fucking bedrooms. Don’t make me kick you out.”
“Okay, okay…” Alice put her hands up in defense. “Let’s just watch a movie. Maybe she will call you back.”
“It better not be long,” Bette warned the blonde, getting comfortable in the bed. “I have to be up and ready tomorrow by 10.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Alice said, nodding- leaning back. “Just let Jennifer Aniston distract you.”
Bette laughed and nodded, leaning back in the bed, but not before briefly glancing at her phone.
“Mad- I need you to tell me every single thing that happened,” Tina said, sitting next to Fiona as they gently interrogated the younger blonde.