"That was all one kiss?" Bette whispered in that cheeky way she knew bothered the blond.

"You’re making me angry," Tina insisted, straightening out her skirt and walking across the street in frustration. That little snap made Bette shake her head – Tina could be so easily upset, which is what always made her such an exciting target. She had to admit: watching Tina storm off was exciting in itself.

This time, Tina turned back unexpectedly, and Bette’s eyes were caught. She just gently lifted one brow instinctively at the way Bette was looking at her, but the moment was over before it could really mean anything.

Bette turned and walked in the other direction, mortified.

After calling the police and notifying them that a manic was on the loose with a gun, Tina got to work. She did have an article due, and she needed it to be superb. Better than anyone’s, and more magnificent than Bette’s. Yet, the more she thought about beating Bette at this competition, the more she thought about doing other things to her. She shook her head and was genuinely confused with certain thoughts, and just where they led her mind.

"What’s wrong with me?" she whispered to herself before mustering up some more strength and getting back to work.

It was very late before she decided it was time to rest, but something about the events of the day prevented her from getting the sleep she so desperately needed. After stewing around her apartment for a while, she decided to walk down the block and get a drink. Not only was that a dangerous idea, but it was an absurd option for the blond – she hardly ever drank. Especially not wandering to some seedy bar by herself, but this was an occassion like no other. She was alive, and had escaped the evil predicament with one Jenny Schecter. That deserved a medal of some sort, but a drink would have to do.

After changing into some relaxed jeans, a tank top and a loose fitting blouse, she made her way downstairs, and down the street. With some worry, she kept her eyes opened at all times, and was thankful to arrive at the establishment safely.

It was nice enough, maybe with the proper adornments to the place. The exterior wasn’t promising, and the interior only reassured her of that thought. "Three Cigarettes in An Ashtray" by Patsy Cline was playing, promising of a very troubled atmosphere. Tina took a deep breath in and then let it out before taking a cautious step into the place, looking around for a while.