He smiled back and gave her a flirtatious nod then winced at the pain triggered by his unconscious move. The grip on his elbow tightened desperately as he held it steady.

Tina felt nauseous at the sight of blood oozing from the wound between his pasty white fingers. “What happened?” she asked.

“Skating” he said, with a proud grin.

“Idiot” Bette snorted, in a low voice that only Tina could hear.

Tina glanced back at the brunette and swallowed nosily. Once again she felt nauseous.

“It looks terrible doesn’t it? Don’t answer! Once this is over you’ll have my lawyers at your door, I’m suing for negligence not that I will ever be able to recover from this physical impairment. How is it that you are here anyway, shouldn’t they have arrested you?”

Tina gulped as visions of prison cells, orange jumpsuits, courtyard basketball games and revolting prison food filled her mind. She bit her lip nervously as Bette dropped her head and hid her face in her hands. “The studio suggested that someone come along, since I’m responsible I was the obvious pick. Oh and I’d hardly call it a physical impairment.”

Lifting her head the brunette glared at her. “What would you call it?”

Tina mused while taking in the brunette’s wild brown hair and blood-streaked neck.  She thought physical impairment was a bit of a stretch still there was no denying that she’d done some painful damage. She wondered if her professional indemnity Insurance would cover her for this.

“I’m waiting”

“…. for an answer, right”

Hazel eyes drifted towards the brunette’s hair, nervously flicking from the sparse area she’d accidently taken a rather large chunk of hair off, then further south to Bette’s bloody right ear where she’d snipped a bit of flesh when the brunette abruptly stood from her seat after seeing her beautiful silky brown hair hit the floor. “I’ve Tina fey’ed you” she finally said.

“Excuse me?”

“I’ve added to your appeal, you now have a scar people will talk about” Tina elaborated, trying to maintain eye contact. She was doing her best not to let Bette’s crazed look faze her but between the hair, ear, and blood-stained shirt, the brunette was frightening, but she swore she would not let the supposedly famous tennis player intimidate her with her burning stare. “Just think of this as a story you’ll someday share with your grandchildren.”