Shane: Yeah I’ll cook then….we can have Bette and Tina …eh…and I guess Jenny and Marina…

Alice: Which means we have to invite Lara and Dana….

Shane sighed and ran her hand through her hair.

Shane: …And Kit and Ivan

Alice: …And Van…

Shane: …And Dash!

Shane wiggled her eyebrows as she stepped back up to the car.

Alice: ***** you!

Shane: You had your chance before…eh, I don’t know about it, I’ll think about it.

Alice: What do you mean?

Shane: Big family dinner, or just you and I?

Alice: How about a compromise…invite one couple, you can decide who.

Shane: Deal.

Shane leaned in for another kiss, lingering a little longer then she should have.

@}~~~~~

Dash: Okay…Uhm…What next?

Messiah :Uhm…Roundhouse kicks?

Dash:Yeah…six sets of eight on each leg

The class went into their warm up in the practice room of the church basement.

Kelly: What’s with you being all chummy with that *****?

Messiah: What? She’s not bad if you actually…

Kelly: Aw man, you like her!

Messiah: Well…I don’t know…I guess we’ll see

Kelly: We’ll see…you’re blind Sia, you saw her coming and going with Sinister Shane yesterday.

Messiah: So.

Kelly: So? Sia she’s a total *****.

Messiah: Hey man, what’s wrong with…

Kelly: This place is gonna be wall to wall carpet munchers between Shane and the new one “Ms. Bette”…

Messiah: Kel, what’s gotten you in a…

Dash: Guys?

The two guys stopped their whispered conversation, along with their Roundhouse kicks. They looked around to see everyone partnered off with padded gloves on and ready for full contact. The class broke out laughing at the two who were in their own little world.

Dash: Uhm…we were done with that like five minutes ago.

Kelly: ***** You!. Who the ***** put you in charge anyway?

Dash: I’m not in charge…Van’s MIA and I can’t workout yet so I was just suggesting what to…

Kelly: Whatever! You think you’re in charge just cause your Sinister Shane’s new Lezzie protg!

Dash: Sinister…What the ***** is your deal?

Kelly: …You ***** *****! You’re just like her.

Dash’s temper got the best of her and before she knew it, she’d swept Kelly off his feet. Messiah moved to restrain her, but caught an elbow between his temple and eye. He dropped like a sack of potatoes. Before he had time to hit the floor, Dash was already on top of Kelly straddling him. She held his throat in place with one hand and decked him with the other. She continued punching him nonstop as the class just watched in shock. Messiah struggled to regain himself and moved towards them.

Van: Sorry I’m late guys, I…

Van came rushing in still wearing his surgical scrubs with his giant duffle bag slung over his shoulder.

Van:: What the ***** is going on here?

Messiah got halfway to Dash before he was tossed aside like a rag doll. Van grabbed Dash and yanked her off of Kelly. She growled like a caged animal and turned decking Van with all her might. Dash froze right after her fist came into contact with his jaw. She felt the impact of his face and all time and space seemed to stop when she saw who she had hit.

Dash: Uh…My bad?

Van’s head was turned to the side from the impact. He slowly turned back to Dash sneering. There was a look of pure evil in his eyes that Dash had only seen one other time and it was in that very room under similar circumstances. Watching Van transform was like watching the Hulk change right in front of you.

Van clung to the scruff of Dash’s neck and she shook with the fear of God. Before Van could react, Dash felt the blow of Kelly’s fist against her jaw. Kelly had taken the moment’s distraction to sucker punch her while he had his only chance. Dash crumbled and found herself in Van’s arms before she hit the ground.

Van:: Woah….Hey now…stay with me…right here Dash.

Van eased Dash to the floor and shook her gently thinking she was loosing consciousness. Dash let out a dramatic yawn and Van stopped to look at her like she was crazy.

Dash: Don’t sweat it I’m okay….that little ***** hits like a *****!

Kelly lunged for Dash as she let out a wicked laugh, but Messiah tackled him to the ground before he got contact. The two twisted and wrangled each other on the floor until they felt both their bodies yanked in the air by the back of their shirts. Van dangled the two of them in the air and looked them both over with a lack of restraint on his rage.

Van:: Where. The *****…is SHANE!?!