Alice scrunched up her face and winced. “Oh my fucking GAAWWWD!” She moved her sore jaw around and opened her eyes to see her four friends leaning over her, staring back. She blinked rapidly to adjust her vision. “Did I get a hit in?” Everyone but Bette started chuckling at Alice’s deluded question.

Bette looked around at the rest of them with one raised eyebrow.

“Holy shit, Bette, did you get hit too?” Carmen asked.

“No, why?”

Shane took a closer look at her friend. “Your lip is bleeding, Bette.”

“Yeah, well does somebody want to tell me what the hell happened in there?”

The other four just looked at one another hoping not to be the one to explain the situation to their manager.

Lucky for them, Candace walked up to them. “Excuse me ladies, your cab just pulled up.” She informed the group.

“Thanks,” Bette muttered. She offered her hand to Alice who grabbed on to pull herself up off the bench. Everyone’s buzz was completely gone as they started for the van.

——-

Alphaville VIP Section

“Those were her friends who started that? It was like a scene from the Outsiders, or Roadhouse or something!” Dana exclaimed when Tina told her why Bette had run off so quickly.

Security had thrown Lacey and a few others out the back door since the rest of the brawlers had escaped through the front.

“Well, did you at least get her number?” Tonya asked.

“No,” Tina said in a defeated voice.

“Did you give her yours?” Dana asked.

“Fuck, no, you guys. I don’t even know her last name!” Tina was frustrated with the whole situation. She looked around at the section they were in and noticed they were the only three there. “Where’s everyone at?”

“Papi and Helena never came back from the dance floor and Nadia and Gabby had to go ‘powder their noses’ in the bathroom” Tonya answered using air quotes as she said ‘powder their noses.’

“Real nice.” Tina said. “There’s your PR nightmare, Fairbanks. Hot new band caught at swanky lesbian club doing blow in the bathroom stall with Lindsay Lohan.”

“Lindsey Lohan’s here?” Dana asked looking around.

Tina let out an exasperated sigh, “No, numbnuts.” She closed her eyes and rested her chin on the balled up fist of her left hand. Instantaneously, her eyes shot open and so did her left hand where she still had the fleur-de-lis that had fallen from the ear of the strikingly beautiful woman that would plague her thoughts for the rest of the night.

“What’s that?” Dana inquired.

Tina quickly closed her hand over the earring again and rose from the pink couch. “I’ll be right back,” and with that, she headed for the front entrance.