Bette paused mid-drink and placed her beer on the table. “Yeah, about that. I’ve sort of been keeping myself busy the last couple of weeks.”

“So the rumors about you sleeping with the blondes of West Hollywood are true,” Shane smiled into her bottle.

“Rumors?” Bette asked.

“Yeah, it seems the old Bette Porter is back and has taken an extreme liking to blondes. Should I be worried about the competition?” Shane teased her friend.

“No competition Shane, I’m done.” Bette brought the bottle to her mouth. She let the cold beverage coat her throat. “I don’t even know what I was trying to do.” Bette debated whether or not to share her dream to the brunette. “I’m staying away from redheads, brunettes, and blondes.” Especially those who smell like lavender or remotely close to lavender.

“Are you joining us at Milk tonight?”

“Shit. I completely forgot about that.” Bette was not in the mood to go out.  She promised Alice that she would be there to spend time with the gang and to meet her college roommate, but the way she was feeling, she was really not in the mood, especially if there were rumors about her latest adventures circulating around and she definitely didn’t want to hear it from Alice.

“Come on, Bette. Just stay for an hour, meet Tina and then go home.”

“So, you’ve met Alice’s college roommate, Tina?”

“Yeah, I met her a few days ago at the Korean restaurant when I was…um…placing my order.”

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Alice took a sip of her dirty martini as she scanned the dance floor, her head bopping up and down in sync to Earth, Wind & Fire’s September song blasting from the speakers. She laughed when she caught sight of her girlfriend Dana and dancing with Tina. No matter how tried Dana could never get in sync with the music. Thank god she was a better tennis player than a dancer.