LATE LAST NIGHT AT THE PLANET

Lara backed up into the kitchen, mouthing “be good,” to Dana at the bar.

Dana leaned up against the bar.  “One more.” 

Deb, poured a glass of water into a cup, and put it on top of the bar.  “Take it easy,” she said.

“You not here to tell me what to do, just get me a beer, do your job.”  Dana started to get belligerent when a hand appeared on her shoulder.

“Dana, come sit down,” Helena said and led her to a table across from the bar.  “You seem a bit out of sorts.”

“She won’t serve me.  What’s worst then being at a bar and no one will serve you.”

“Being stood up at a bar,” Helena answered.

“Someone stood you up?” Dana asked with amazement.

“Leigh.  She got this giant inspiration to create.”

“Artists, damn them.”  Dana added.

“Well this art better be fit for the Guggenheim when I see it.”

“Can you get me a Dos Equis?  I want to know if it’s really last call or if she’s just ***** with me.”

“Why don’t we leave Deb alone, maybe get you home,” Helena suggested.

“That’s the other problem, I got to wait until Lara cleans up, she’s my ride,” Dana said.

“I saw you with your chef and I saw Alice with a young man, what’s that all about?”  Helena inquired.

“We’re seeing other people.”

“Leigh and I aren’t exclusive either,” Helena added.

“Really,” Dana looked back towards the kitchen.  “I’m probably going to be a big imposition on Lara, I should call a cab.”  Dana fumbled in her purse for her cell phone and dropped it onto the floor.  She got down on her knees and started to look under the table. 

“Oooh,” Helena jumped from her seat, “It’s definitely not in there.”

“Just checking,” Dana said from under the table.  She climbed back onto the chair and held her cell phone high in the air.  “I got it, no need to call the police,” she said and began to laugh. 

Helena placed her hand over Dana’s hand that held the cell phone.  “Perhaps I should drop you off, I don’t think you should be left to your own devices,” Helena offered.