Meanwhile, back at the party, Bette’s smile had started to fade she is starting to feel uneasy. The music thumped around her, laughter and clinking glasses filled the room, Tina’s been gone for too long, and something doesn’t sit right with her.

Her instincts prickled sharp and urgent.

She excused herself and checked the restroom, empty. A knot tightened in her chest as she turned to search the hall, unease creeping in fast.

Then she heard it Tina’s voice muffled, but unmistakably strained frantic Coming from the room. Bette’s eyes narrowed.

Bette: (to herself) Oh hell no.

She throws open the door her heart dropped to find Henry pinning Tina against the wall, his grip forceful, Tina’s face pale and panicked, struggling to break free.

Bette didn’t think. She reacted. All she could see was Tina and the fear in her eyes.

Bette: Get the hell away from her

She crossed the room in seconds, she grabbed Henry by the collar and yanked him back with startling strength. He stumbled, caught off guard, but soon he got up.

Henry (slurring): Stay out of this, Bette She’s mine

Bette (furious): She’s not yours. She’s not anyone’s. You lay another finger on her and I swear…

Tina (shaky, from behind): Bette don’t… he’s not worth it.

But Bette’s eyes were locked on Henry’s, blazing with fury. Her grip tightened. She shoved him back hard, sending him stumbling over the bed and crashing to the floor.

Henry scrambled to his feet, wild eyed and fueled by alcohol. He swung at her, but Bette ducked effortlessly sharp, focused, her instincts razor sharp. Her eyes darkened with fury as she delivered a brutal punch to his stomach, doubling him over with a grunt. Before he could recover, she landed another blow, this time to his nose. Blood burst from it, streaking down his face as he stumbled back in shock.

With one final, forceful shove, she sent him crashing into a nearby table. Glass and bottles clattered to the ground in a loud, chaotic crash. Henry groaned, dazed and bleeding, as Bette stood over him, chest heaving, fists still clenched.

Bette (pointing, voice ice): You’re done, Henry. Touch her again, and I’ll make you regret it for the rest of your miserable life.