Jenny: God, someone make it stop….its bad enough I went to bed listening to Westlife!

Dana: Westlife?

Jenny: Yeah think of this but younger and dumber and just arg! I cant describe how horribly bad the lyrics are…its like a poor mans New Kids on the Block.

Dana cringed after she considered the thought. The groups attention went back to the street as the truck stalled out again.

Jenny: I swear the road to ***** is paved with the lyrics from boy band songs.

Dana: Tina why didnt she just ask you guys for a ride and then walk home?

Tina shrugged with a perplexed look on her face.

Tina: Maybe she never made it home last night.

Bette covered her eyes and looked at Alice between her fingers. Alice avoided eye contact with her and sipped on her latte. Her weary bloodshot eyes began to water again and she did everything in her power to hold back.

The truck started again and lurched into the spot sending three pedestrians flying. The front of the truck was on the curb and sat at an angle. The music blared and people covered their ears and stared at the truck. The door flung open and the tall lanky woman hopped down from the raised truck. The sun reflected off her signature aviator glasses, and a few green and black chunks of hair stuck out from the hood of her gray sweatshirt.

Alice: I thought you said she broke her wrist?

Everyone watched outside as she dug in her pockets and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. She took out two in her mouth and lit them both. She started to smoke on both of them and turned back and talked into the cab of the truck.

Tina: Oh NO!

Jenny: *****!

Dana: Oh shes so fucked now!

Alice: Whats going on?

Alice turned back to the group to see Dana with a cocky grin shaking her head, while Jenny was just shaking her head in disbelief with her mouth open. Tinas head was down on the table and Bette somehow disappeared without a trace.

Alice looked back outside to see a pair of feet kicking towards the drivers seat from inside the cab of the truck.

Alice: I guess she brought Dash?…Did she cut off her cast already?

In a flash, Bette was beside the truck screaming. She pulled off the hood of the sweatshirt to reveal a panic stricken Dash. Shane landed beside them wobbling on one foot. Bette continued her tirade as the two stood with their heads down, rocking back and forth on their heals. Bette reached up and grabbed them both by the ears and dragged them into the Planet. She pulled them so hard that both cigarettes flew from Dashs mouth.

Bette: I mean I would expect this from you…youre young and immature and you never make the right decisions….but YOU Dash!…I thought you would be the adult…the voice of reason when Shane made these irrational decisions.

Bette stopped at the table holding both women in her vice grip. She flung Shane towards a chair and finally let Dash go. Marina approached the table with a tray of food and drinks.

Marina: Shane, what were you thinking, you could have gotten the two of you killed.

Shane: All, she had to do was steer and do the pedals, I handled the shift…..

Tina: That makes it better?

Shane: Well….less complicated.

Bette: And causing a scene! I mean you werent even trying to be conspicuous with that racket.

Shane chewed on her bottom lip as Dash sat down in her lap.

Tina: Shane, you should have just tagged along with us.

Shane: You guys left already…besides Im tired of being the third wheel with you two….Ive got my own bike now….and she rides just fine.

Shane nodded towards Dash and puts an arm around her waist. She looked up and noticed she looked pale and angry like she was marking her territory. Shane furrowed her brow and turned her head to see what had Dashs attention. Finally, she noticed that there sitting across the table was Alice.