…-*The Accident*-…

Bette drove feverishly and fast. She felt like she couldn’t get enough speed as she drove quickly through street after street. When she reached the bar she parked her blue Saab fast as she jumped out and practically ran to the door. Upon entering the dimly lit nightclub she noticed instantly the tall lanky figure of her friend clad in leather with a younger looking girl hanging on her arm. Bette smirked and walked over toward her in her signature power suit which looked strange in the light of the dirty and unkempt club.
“Flavor of the week Shane?” The girl looked at Bette with masked eyes and nodded shooting a look at her younger admirer who quickly walked away but not before giving Bette a look of utter distaste. Shane snapped her fingers at the round faced bartender and uttered “Beer for the lady if you don’t mind..” before she pulled up a stool for Bette to sit on. As she took her seat Shane gave her company a look over and noticed the bags under her eyes.
“You look tired.” She said simply.
“I am very tired.” Bette replied. The beer that was handed to her looked cheap but at the moment she felt that any liquid that had at least a tea spoon of alcohol in it sounded good.
“So what’s up Bette?” Shane asked as she downed half of her beer with on gulp. Her professional friend shook her head.
“Alice slept with someone else.” Bette stated as she sipped from the bottle and held it between her mocha hands almost adoringly. Shane raised her eyebrows and downed the rest of her beer.
“You’re shitting me,” She replied. Bette shook her head no. “ So I take it that it’s over?” Bette scoffed and lit a cigarette.
“You’re damn right it’s over…. not to mention I have this fucking dinner to contend with at my fucking gallery now she lays this on me….,” Bette ranted angrily. “ She better have a good damn excuse like Angelina Jolie picked her up at The Planet or I swear I’ll be so god damn mad.” Shane rubbed Bette’s back, she knew all about Alice’s short term memory of being with someone. She herself suffered from the same lack of commitment, but the thought of being in a relationship with Bette Porter and forgetting that the mocha skinned goddess was caring for you was beyond Shane’s mind to comprehend.
“Maybe you should talk to her, resolve it….” Shane suggested.
“When will I find the right woman Shane……” Bette cut across her friends sentence. Shane sat dumbstruck.
“What do you mean?” Bette turned on her stool to face Shane and looked at her in utter desperation for an answer.
“When will I find the one, when will I be able to settle down….. I don’t want to live my life alone anymore, I’m sick and tired of these stupid games with girls, I want to find a woman who will commit to being with me, who will love me and settle down with me…. When will I find her Shane?” Shane had been asked many questions which she was able to answer immediately whether she was right or just bull shitting she made it seem convincing but this time she didn’t know how to respond to her friends question.
“I haven’t the slightest clue.” Bette nodded then got up to leave. Shane jumped off her seat instantly and walked briskly after Bette.
“Shit Bette,” Shane spoke loudly. “Wait will you!” She said even louder as she reached for the brunette’s arm. Bette whipped around in a heartbeat and stared into Shane’s brown eyes who looked not only concerned but frightened. They stood holding the gaze contest for what seemed an eternity before Bette spoke. She spoke in a low gravelly tone as she fought back tears of despair
“That’s the thing Shane, I’m tired of waiting.” With that she turned around again and walked to her vehicle, speeding off before she broke down leaving Shane to stand there hurt, confused and concerned.