“Hey Samantha Vance back from the Big Apple?”  Bette said, sitting down next to Sam who just nodded.  Cold ice cold.  Well she deserved it she hadn’t treated Sam very well the last time they’d spoken.  “I just wanted to apologize again for the… You know.”  Bette motioned to Sam’s lip and Sam nodded, understanding as always.  It was on of her gifts; the doctor in her.

            “Bette.”  Sam stated turning to her and Bette saw that the young doctor was drunk, or at least close to being there.  She continued her words measured.  “I am not, nor was I ever, angry at you.  I was pissed at myself I tried to use jealousy to get Shane to quit lusting after every femme in the building.  So I brought it onto myself.  I thought Tina was really scorching in those leather pants; and I just went for it in a platonic way.”  Sam added, knocked back the rest of her drink and ordered another.

            “That’s just what Shane and I talked about that night.  Except that we thought we’d brought it onto ourselves.  I didn’t trust Tina and Shane isn’t really good with the emotional stuff in life.”  Bette offered Sam cocked an eyebrow and looked at Bette.

            “I spent the night with your woman and you spent the night with mine.  Wow talk about mixing things up huh?”  Bette shook her head then asked with a laugh in her voice.

            “You didn’t tell Shane that Tina spent the night in a platonic way, did you?”  Sam shook her head; wallowing in her self pity.

            “Nope, but she knew that you punched me…” Sam drifted off, realizing that Shane must have assumed that she’d had ***** with Tina.  “Oh god!  She knew you popped me one.  She knows Tina spent the night.  Oh my god she doesn’t know that I didn’t sleep with her!”  Sam slapped her forehead and gave Bette a look of anguish and Bette grimaced, not having told Shane the truth either.  None of them had, Shane had been staying away from them; having started a new job. 

            “Idiot!”  Sam grunted and slammed her head into the bar.