“Lara and Elena?” Bette asked, leaning in suggestively. “I knew it!”

Tina laughed.

“Well…no…I mean, maybe”, she turned in her seat and placed her feet on the top rungs of Bette’s chair. Holding her wine glass, she took a sip before continuing, “not that. But…but there seems to be hints in the photos that Elena did the more intricate work on the set…she was there, late at night. And when we shoot that part of the movie it is going to be exquisite. The lighting through the metal vines will make this movie, you will see. Nothing like this has ever been done before…”

Bette put her hand under Tina’s yoga pants by her ankle and rubbed up and down the back of her leg.
Tina took a swallow of her wine, trying to keep Bette talking. There was something brewing in her wife’s head …she was overthinking something, worrying – Tina could sense it.

“Bette… it looks like she was working with the tiniest blow torch I’ve ever seen. It will depend on the video footage, but…but…do you see what this means?”

Bette shook her head, “noooo” she said, sitting back in her chair. “She will take the credit, Tee. Jodie will take it and claim it for herself. What will you do?”

“I will own her, Bette. I will own her, and I will run her sorry…stupid…wife stealing…rat-fuck face out of town”.

“Wife stealing?” Bette asked, raising her eyebrow and looking at Tina over her wine glass.

“Yes. You are my wife. And she tried to steal you from me.” Tina replied with a look of complete sincerity. “She will claim the spotlight and I will take it from her as easy as taking candy from a baby”.

Bette was quiet, looking at Tina with disbelief. “How could Jodie be so careless? Is she that reckless?” she asked quietly, shaking her head. Her eyes looked distant, troubled.

“She’s powerful Baby. She is used to taking what she wants, when she wants. She likes being in control and therefore everything usually goes her way. She doesn’t ask permission, she just…does”.