Shane: Thanks; I’ll take that as a compliment.

As the two approached Dana and Alice, Alice shifted a little to her left and swiftly moved away from Dana.

Alice whispered:  We need to talk about this later.

Dana sat looking at Alice as Bette and Shane took their seats.

Shane: Whoa, what happened since I left?

Alice:  What do you mean? (She turned to Bette) Hey Porter glad you could grace us.

Bette: Sorry about being late guys, my real estate agent kept calling me to finalize some papers and pay the renovators.  Moving is such a headache.

Shane: Hey I do it almost every six months.

Alice: Yeah, but you don’t have to cater for two, our dear Bette has her hands full.

Shane: True, how’s the little lady?

Bette: It’s stressful for her too.  She has to relocate everything to New York, but I think she’s almost finished with the big details hardest part is dealing with the little ones.

 Dana:  So, I really had no idea you were moving in together, how’d you finally know it was time?

Bette: Dana I’m telling you when you have that feeling of pure bliss just by watching someone do the simplest things like get dressed in the morning, you know its time to hold on to what you’ve got.

Dana stole a quick look at Alice and the perceptive Shane made sure to catch it.

Alice: Soooo when’s the housewarming, I’ll spotlight it in my column after I see the apartment.

Bette: Please don’t, I’ll have half the New York nightlife on Riverside and get kicked out.

Alice: Hey, that wasn’t my fault last time, how was I supposed to know that so many people read my work.

Bette incredulous:  Al you write for The New Yorker, you didn’t think that New Yorkers would read about a party in Long Island, full of lesbians and not come.

Alice: Eh, I guess that makes sense. I thought it was my great writing that pulled them into the story and their curiosity had to be quenched about this amazing oasis, so to satisfy their thirst everyone showed up.