“The same friends that staked me out, Bette and Tina that made out in the middle of the place?  Shane who shamelessly hit on me about figs?  Figs Dana!?  Alice who took NOTES!  No one said anything about her?  Dana, were you listening if they did?”  Lara asked her, imploring the woman to think about this, and think hard.

            “Oh god.”  Dana said, resting her head in her hands; and Lara thought that this wasn’t how she had wanted to reintroduce herself into Dana‘s life.  You played the cards that life dealt you she guessed.

            “She kissed me last night…”  Lara tried not to smile, then said with reproach.

            “Dana, she is your fiance, she is supposed to kiss you…”

            “NOT her, ALICE!” 

*****

            Shane sat in the back of her truck, her knees bend up and her elbows draped over them, a bottle of wine handing from her long fingers.  She was staring out at the city; the sun had come up, and now it was close to noon and Shane hadn’t slept yet. 

            She’d been thinking, why was it she’d found herself attaching to Cheri?  The answer, because no matter what, she couldn’t have her.  She’d known that Cheri wouldn’t leave her husband, why would she, for a hairdresser from the Boulevard?  The Romeo that seduced fucked and sucked, because that was all that she was in the end to Cherry, a *****.

            This was how all those other women felt when she’d leave them, morning after morning, thinking that there would be more to it than *****.  She’d been scum, but she’d never promised anyone anything, and Cheri never promised anything either.

            Another sip of the wine, she was on her third bottle, sweet cheap wine.  She’d found herself falling for Cheri and she’d kept her hands to herself.  She hadn’t cheated, if they’d been in a relationship that would have counted for something.  A new revelation about herself, she wasn’t sure she liked the new Shane.

            She, Shane, the Casanova of LA had been in a one sided monogamous relationship, this stunned her as the alcohol drifted into her veins.  She’d let her heart be worn on her sleeve and it had been ripped off and stomped on, well that was most certainly not going to happen again.  She finished the bottle, and closed her eyes, letting sleep claim her.

            Watch out LA, because Shane was back and she was going to burn the world.

*****