I laughed at her threat, and waited for my phone to ring. Bette finally called me and I picked it up, getting the same tale she had started to tell Alice. After five minutes of ranting, I agreed to Bette’s request, told her Al and I would take care of it, and see her later that night. By this point, everyone’s attention was on me, waiting for what they thought would be an interesting tale.

“Tina’s car is in the shop for some reason, she has a business dinner tonight with some film clients, and needs to be picked up after the dinner. Bette had some delivery coming that will be way late, so she needs us to pick Tina up.”

Kit shook her head, “That’s it? All that ranting that I could hear on the phone, and that’s all that’s going on?!”

I shrugged and smiled, “You know Bette…”

Kit laughed, “Boy do I know my baby sister! She can turn an anthill into a mole hill like you wouldn’t believe! I swear that child lives for drama!”

After another hour or so, everyone started peeling away from the table, heading off to whatever they had planned next. Al and I hung out a bit longer till it was time to head off to pick Tina up. We would end up getting to the restaurant she was at early, but it was better than hitting traffic and being late.

It turned out the restaurant was down Santa Monica, close to my old stomping grounds. It was strange, I hadn’t been down to this part of town since I drove to WeHo those few months before. I had toyed with the idea a couple times to come down there to score some blow or something a couple times, but ended up finding someone to score off of at Milk or one of the other clubs and bars I frequented in West Hollywood. I grew a little edgy as we drove around the neighbourhood, looking for a place to park that was relatively close to the restaurant. We finally found a spot a block or so from the restaurant.