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“Yeah… and besides… you know how Bette is… do you really wanna go down that path with her?” Shane continued Dana´s intention.
“I know… but I’m gonna let you in a little secret here… there are a few people sitting at that table… who are also Julia’s friends. Now… how do you think she would feel if any… ANY… of those morons would open their mouth at some point… like say… their wedding?”
“Like she must feel every single time we get drunk and drop Bette home?” Dana asked with the same level of sarcasm as Alice’s previous question.
“Oh fuck off…I’m gonna go take that microphone out of her hands and talk to her…” Alice estated getting up from the counter chairs when she realized the song was over and Bette was trying to get down from that stage.
“No you’re not” Shane said while grabbing Alice by her elbow, this small action not going unnoticed by the blonde.
In the meantime Bette was focusing really, really hard on getting down from the stage. Although there were just three tiny steps, she was drunk enough and her heels were high enough, to make her trip and land on her face, with the chance of quite possibly ruining hers and everybody’s night and probably the wedding too.
Heeeyyy… now that’s not such a bad idea… mmmm I need the bathroom And with those thoughts in her head she headed for the restroom.
Damn… what the fuck is wrong with me? It ’s fucking LA… Why do I get these chills down my spine? I must be R E A L L Y drunk… oh fuck!… Julia is gonna be sooouuuu happy… happy, happy, happy… was Bette’s delightful conversation with herself in her head, as she had entered the bathroom and gone for the toilettes.
Once she emerged from there and started washing her hands the babbling in her head had become a babbling out of her lips.
“Yeah… Julia is definitely not gonna be happy about me… being this drunk… damn! That woman is no fun no more… mmmm… what should I do?” Bette was ranting at that point, leaning on the sink with both her elbows and with her head resting in both her hands covering her eyes and most of her forehead with them.
“Bette…” Came a voice she never ever expected to hear at that particular time and in that specific place.
The only voice that made her name sound so sexy and so inviting.
The only voice she had longed to hear for so, so long.