"Why’d Lauren asked you about the hunt tomorrow?," Tina asked.

Bette shrugged her shoulders, "I don’t know … maybe because most of the people in the ball were going?  It was a Hunt Ball, after all."

Tina glanced at the clock, "Hmm… well if you’re taking Gold out for a ride tomorrow, you’d better get some rest then, baby.  I assume you’ll have to leave really early?"

Bette nodded her head, beginning to yawn.  "Sorry about that, T.  Yes, Peggy is sending her driver over at 5 , I think."

"Oh, that’s just several hours from now, Bette!" Tina exclaimed.  "Get some sleep, then!"

Bette smiled, then blew her an air kiss, "Love you."

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The next night, during the opening of the sandbar extension to "Hit," the girls were lounging in the main club after helping Kit and Helena inaugurate the new wing.

Shane observed Tina as she ordered another gin and tonic, pursing her lips. As the blonde walked off to head to the restroom, she whispered to the server to make sure the bartender reduced the gin in Tina’s drink. "Don’t worry, this won’t be a problem. I’m a friend of hers, and she’s not herself tonight. I know the bartender also, and she knows I would be the last person who would ask for someone’s drink to be tampered with.  Trust me, you won’t be in trouble, ok?,"  Shane asked.

Tina returned five minutes later, still steaming about something.

"What happened?," Shane asked.

Tina blew her breath out, and fixed Shane with a stare.

"Bette," she said.

Uh-oh, what did Bette do now?

"She just has no freaking clue, sometimes!," Tina exclaimed, throwing up her hands, and clutching her head.

Shane pursed her lips. Tina was right, of course. Bette sometimes just seemed to glide along without noticing the havoc she was wreaking in other people’s lives, often without realizing it. Judging from Tina’s reaction, this probably involved another woman.

"Tina," Shane started, then backed up when Tina responded, "What?!"

The blonde nodded her thanks at the server who brought her drink over, still peeved.  She absentmindedly took a sip, then looked at the drink curiously.

"Tina," Shane tried again, "Bette loves you. You know that. We all know that. Anyone who knows Bette knows that. Anyone who knows you knows that. Anyone who sees her look at you knows that. She will never do anything to hurt you."