Alice looked at her with a hint of a spark at the thought of them lost somewhere in London having fun and beers. But then she remembered that she would rather have her friend here, she didn’t need to be in foreign countries to have fun and beers with Bette, and get lost after all those beers.

“Oh come on Al… I’ll make you fly in my dad’s jet?” Bette felt she was talking to a five year old, trying to bribe Alice into liking her again but instead of using candies she would have to use a plane.

“Well I guess you’ll have a whole lotta fresh meet available for you to taste there… I do love their accent… it makes me melt… I think I’ll just go to hook up with someone so she can just whisper in my ear… oh darling I do love you!” Alice was trying to fake the British accent on that last part of her phrase.

“Dream on…” Shane said with a smile forming at the corner of her lips.

“When are you gonna tell her Bette?” Shane asked rather seriously all of the sudden.

Bette looked at the tequila shot she was holding in one hand and the salt on her other.

“I think I’ll do it tomorrow… but I don’t know… I’m such a coward when it comes to Tina…” She sadly said and then proceeded to suck on the salt and empty the glass that was on her hand next.

Fuck this shit is strong…

“And what excuse are you gonna give her? or are you gonna say… you know what… I’m running away from you… cause I just… love you… too… damn… much…” Alice said with high levels of sarcasm in her voice.

Bette smiled an equally sarcastic smile at her friend but before she could start her response, Shane interrupted for she knew what was coming.

“Can we get out of here… I mean this party is great and all… but I would just like something a little more down my alley”

“Yeah drunk girls who you would be willing to do you in an alley…” Alice quickly observed.

“Fuck off Al… you are just mad cause I don’t stay for long to hang out with you…”