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Bette entered the Planet emotionally and mentally exhausted from the day and was in desperate need of some spirits. It was best for her to just forget about everything for awhile. She set her purse down in the chair next to the one she now occupied and waved at the bartender.
“Fucking Wendy” she mumbles as the bartender made his way to Bette.
“Hey Bette. How is the new job going?” He asks already knowing what Bette’s drink of choice was.
“Going great Denton” She replies in a slight sarcastic tone.
“That good huh? You want to come back here and bartend for Kit again?”
Bette shakes her head.
“Not a chance. Besides.. If I did I would become an alcoholic having access to all this booze” she points behind Denton.
Denton laughs as he begins to mix Bette’s drink but she stops him.
“No. I want shots..Tequila..Forget the lime and salt..And keep them coming”
“Wow..Ok..You have a death wish?” He asks curiously grabbing a shot glass from underneath the counter.
“Not for me” Bette answers patting her hand on the counter urging Denton to hurry up which he obliges. He slides the first shot to her which she quickly knocks back.
“Bette..I don’t know if-“
“Denton are you going to serve me or do I have to get the bottle of Tequila and do it myself?”
Denton threw his hands up “Alright!..But when Kit gets here I’m cutting you off..She’s not going to like this you know”
“Fine..Whatever..Just keep them coming”
Bette sat there throwing back shot after shot until she felt a hand tap her on her shoulder. She turned around and gave the biggest smile.
“Ms. Kennard!..Tina!..aka Bulldog!…Have a seat!..Have a seat!” Bette drunkenly offered while trying to pull the bar stool out next her with great difficulty. Tina tried to take over but Bette wasn’t having it.
“I got it!..I got it!” She assured and finally stopped swaying back and forth long enough to pull it out…”There”
Tina shook her head at Bette’s inebriated state and sat down.
“Bette!…What the hell?..You’re drunk!” Tina scolded.
Bette gave her a raised eyebrow.
“Noooooool…I’m not drunk!…I’m perfectly fine!…See!” Bette answers taking both index fingers and alternating them repeatedly to touch the tip of her nose in sober fashion. “Told you”