Tina: “What?” she questioned then noticed how smokey the bathroom was. “Were you smoking pot in my bathroom?”

Ben: “Haha…yeah….im sorry Tina” he tried not to laugh. “I couldn’t do it, not today, I can’t deal with her sober. She makes me want to put a cigarette out in my eye”

Tina laughed through her anger at the last comment and grabbed her brothers arm.

Tina: “Come on little bro, your a mess.” she guided him towards the door. “Oh yeah, if you smoke pot in my bathroom again i’ll kill you”

Tina took a deep breath and thought “It really never ends” as she climbed into her mom’s car.

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Bette had been pacing across her office too ancy to work. “Come on Al, it’s been” she looks at her watch “Twenty minutes” she said to noone in perticular. All that moving around made Bette have to pee. She stood for a moment continplating the odds that the phone would ring while she was in the bathroom. She stared at the phone almost as if she was trying to intimidate it and took a few slow steps to the door waiting for it to just happen, then walked normally down the hall. As she was about to open the door she heard faint ringing coming from the phone in her office. “Typical Alice, thanks” she said aloud. Bette quickly turned around and almost ran over her assistant. “Sorry Doris” she yelled as she ran into her office.

Bette: “Bette Porter” she said out of breath.

Alice: “Were you jogging or something?”

Bette: “Or something, what’s going on? When you say, I’ll call you right back usually means I’ll call you right back not a half hour later”

Alice: “Woah now. You need to find your jets and cool them sister. I was getting my next assignment for work, I gotta interview some Dana Fairbanks chick…”

Bette: “Who?”

Alice: “Yeah I don’t know, she’s some tennis player that is apearently really good or something….I don’t know, whatever. So Tina wasn’t home. I did leave her a message though.”

Bette: “Are you sure it was her machine?”

Alice: “Uh, yeah pretty sure…unless…” he voice turning dramatic

Bette: “Unless what?”

Alice: “Unless somebody else’s answeing maching say ‘Hi you’ve reached Tina, im sorry im not home..blah..blah..blah’” she continued to toy with her friend.

Bette: “Funny…too funny” came her monotone reply.

Alice: “Sometimes I can’t help it. Ok, so don’t worry about Tina, i’ll deal with that you just be ready by nine, Im not going to sit at the bar waiting for you all night”

Bette felt like a teenager, it was like her first crush all over again, There she was too afraid to call just to say hello, or what if she left a corney message. That would be the worst. Her prowling instincts were gone, all of her experence, forgotten. She was going to need help.