Bette smiled at the thought of an Alice and Shane night out.  These nights are famous and just what she needed. 

Bette: Hey Shane!

Shane: Hey yourself gorgeous.  How was L.A.? Alice told me you didn’t get any.

Bette: Alice has a one-track mind and needs to learn how to change the tune once in a while.

As Bette and Shane approached Alice, she handed them their favorite drinks.

Alice: Hey Hey hot mammas its good of you two to finally show up, I’ve been here buying drinks so people won’t think I was alone.

Bette: Where’s your, um, honey bunny that we’re supposed to meet.

Alice: Ah, she’s a little shy I think, she said she couldn’t be seen with me in public, something about my friends looking a little too dykey.

Alice shot Shane a look.

Shane: Hey, I can’t help it if your closet freak can’t come out. I mean she’s not exactly the most conspicuous. Every time we have lunch she keeps staring at your *****.

Alice smiled: Really?  Hmm, stiilllll got it. No wonder Porter can’t get over me and find herself a wife.

Shane almost choked as she heard the dreaded word “wife.”

Shane: Whoa, whoa, why are we bringing up these banned words and since when does the lil’ hot item Bette Porter want to settle down and (whispers) commit.

Bette: Al is assuming again, don’t pay her any mind.

Alice: Yeah right Porter, you said it yourself, you want to fill that void in your life.  Admit it you poser, you want to fall in love, you want a hottie tottie to bring home and sleep with for the rest of your life.

Shane: Oh, I see what’s going on, it’s the dream.

Alice: It’s the dream.

Bette: I need new friends.

The night progressed nicely and before she knew it, Bette was leaving the lounge a little buzzed and with her vision a little blurry.  She was looking forward to getting home and smiled as she saw her driver waiting for her right out front.  As she approached the car, Bette felt someone bump into her, but she didn’t look up. She just apologized and felt the lightest feathery touch on her shoulder along with the sweetest voice say: Oh! I’m so sorry, please excuse me.

Bette’s eyes cleared up instantly as she recognized the voice, but by the time she looked up, the voice and the person were both gone. Could it be? That’s the same voice from my dream, isn’t it? Bette shook her head and thought it was probably an aftershock from way too many gin and tonics. Bette arrived home and went to bed right away still glowing from a wonderful night out.