"What do you think Jenny’s up to now?" Tina asked after a slight pause in their conversation. Somehow, without conversation, the night became too real and too obvious. They were so obviously attracted to one another. The need was raw and magnetic.

"Dead I hope – for all the damn trouble she causes and her desperate, constant need for attention," Bette chuckled, meeting an equal smile in Tina’s eyes, but a reprimanding shake of her head. "What? You were thinking it too."

"That was such a horrible experience," Tina agreed, tilting her head weakly before continuing. "I would have liked to have seen her in jail, at least."

"That a girl," Bette teased, giving Tina’s hip a gentle squeeze.

"Quit encouraging me," Tina chuckled, shaking her head, "We’re awful."

Bette just moaned under her breath. Awfully fucking incredible.

It wasn’t long before they each made up an excuse to leave the club and head back to the hotel. Tina had work to do, and Bette had an e-mail to send before morning. Good enough excuses. In the cab, they glanced at each other awkwardly.

Somewhere on their elevator ride, Tina willed herself to speak. "Don’t even think about it." She was able to keep her eyes on the elevator door and not directed at Bette’s confused expression. "This body … is off limits," she teased, stepping out of the elevator mid-speech as it reached their floor, and facing away from Bette as her own hands slid up her sides flirtatiously. It was a seductive gesture and she knew it, but she couldn’t resist taking it further. "You fucking wish," Tina chuckled, very slowly pulling at the zipper on her skirt as she walked away.

Bette’s mouth dropped the moment Tina’s hands began to tease her, and suddenly she couldn’t laugh. She couldn’t breathe. She could only watch as Tina began to slowly undress in the hallway, and watch as the elevator doors closed with her still inside. Cursing herself inwardly, she pressed the button for her floor, but the lift was already heading up. ‘Maybe I’ll be able to cool down on the ride,’ she thought with stupidity.

Once Tina heard the doors close, she turned to see that Bette was nowhere in sight, and couldn’t help but laugh evilly to herself. Either she fainted in the elevator or ran for dear life – each scenario equally hilarious. "Poor girl," Tina whispered to herself, easily opening her door and slipping inside.