Bette almost felt bad for the lonely reporter, until she felt the itching sensation on the heel of her hands. Bette looked down and started to scratch at the large scabs on her skinned wrists and hands. Tina slapped Bettes hands without missing a beat of her story. Bette pouted and crossed her arms as Tina kissed her on the nape of her neck while describing the wedding video that played around her and Shane.

Alice: So …uhm…Shane was willing to do all this even after our little…uhm…

Bette: Public lynching?…yeah, she would do anything for her friends, since theyre all shes got…its a shame they dont realize it.

Bette cast a look at Alice whos eyes watered, and then looked over at Dana, who sunk in her chair and avoided eye contact.

Tina: Okay…enough Bette….its to early for that…and this is supposed to be your Stress Free Morning

Alice: Stress free?

Tina: She works half days three days a week and does volunteer work in the mornings so….

Alice: The who now!?!

Bette: What? You thought I was going to the office in ripped jeans and a worn out T-shirt?

Alice looked Bette up and down. She hadnt noticed the sunglasses and T-Shirt with the spiral in the middle that read, I cant even draw a straight line

Bette: And you get paid….to be observant right?….and is it so hard to believe I would volunteer?

Alice: Where are you ….

Tina: At Project Promise…it would be nice if she was helping at The Center, but Dash and Van are slowly warming me to the idea of the place.

Alice: Dash and…you know Van? The priest at St. Judes?

Tina: Yeah hes been around kicking Shanes butt and keeping Dash in check the last few days.

Bette rolled her eyes and leaned back in Tinas lap and nibble on her earlobe.

Bette: As if he had a chance to…Tinas so busy flirting with him and showing off her mothering skills with Dash.

Alice: Wait…so you met this guy Van and now you guys hang out with him?

Jenny and Dana shifted uncomfortably in their seats. It was obvious by now that Alice not only kept herself secluded for the past three days, but she had reached Uni-Bomber Status. Her melodramatic rendition was to toil away in her apartment typing away her manifestos, and now they all had to replay the weekends events to catch her up. Not to mention she might have a total meltdown when she discovered everyone knew about the Van and Shane connection before she had a chance to Sherlock Holmes it out of the woodwork.