“Hello Shane. This is a friend, Alice. Alice, this is Shane, the girl I was telling you about that is staying with Bette.” I nodded my hello and took a sip of coffee.

“So how did your interviews go?” Tina took a sip of her drink.

“Good. I think I nailed one of them. They all but offered me the job. They’re supposed to call me this afternoon or evening and let me know.”

Tina smiled brightly, “Good for you! We will have to celebrate. How about the other two?”

I looked down at my coffee, “Yeah, they didn’t pan out so well…” I glanced at Alice, then looked at Tina with a knowing look on my face, hoping Tina would pick up on it.

Tina smiled sadly, then nodded, and quickly looked at Alice. “Well, we’ll have to celebrate none the less.”

I chuckled, “Sure, although I kind of already started celebrating…”

Tina looked confused, then waved it off, and motioned to Alice. “Alice here is a journalist. She writes for a couple local magazines.”

Alice nodded, completely oblivious to the change in subject. Then as if something just clicked, she got wide-eyed. “You totally fucked that blond chic in the bathroom, didn’t you?”

I didn’t say anything, just leaned back in my chair and sipped my coffee. Alice started laughing and Tina got a bit wide-eyed, mumbling about celebrating. We chatted a bit longer about an article that Alice was writing for some magazine she was freelancing for. From what I could tell, she was a few years older than me, but definitely younger than Bette and Tina. Eventually, the conversation turned to the night’s events, Alice and Tina insisting on celebrating the job that technically I still didn’t have.

Alice started bouncing in her chair, “We should go to Milk.”

I cocked an eyebrow in her direction, “What’s Milk?”

Tina shook her head, “It’s this lesbian bar around the corner that opened up a couple months ago. It’s OK, but you have to be 21 to get in.”