“You know, Dana knows this person who can probably help you,” Alice began carefully. “She only just met her.”
Bette grinned as Alice mentioned this brunette tennis player. “Dana Fairbanks, huh,” she said. Alice went red immediately.
“You have it for her, don’t you?” Bette teased Alice. She had met Dana a couple of times and it was clear to her that Alice liked her a lot. Only would her blonde friend not admit it.

Alice was glad that Bette was distracted for a second, but she didn’t feel like talking about this. She knew Dana had an eye on Lara and she had met her – a really cute redhead against whom Al knew she stood no chance.

“I do not. Dana is just a friend to me, my feelings to her are the same as my feelings to you.”
“Now that worries me,” Bette teased with an arched eyebrow. “I thought you agreed we were better off as friends?”
Alice slapped Bette playfully on the arm, which caused Bette to spill her coffee on her new, denim pants.
“Oh great,” she said, irritated.
“Shit, I’m sorry, Bette,” Alice apologized. “I didn’t mean to -”
“Are you blind or what? You handed me that fucking coffee!” Bette said in a furious tone walking to the kitchen.
“You brought up the Dana-thing again, and then you start saying ridicolous things about it,” Alice defended herself.
“Oh, so that gives you permission to just go and slap me when I have coffee in my hands? Have you got any idea how much these pants were? Not that you would know – you couldn’t afford them, naturally.” Bette knew she was being vile, but she didn’t much care.
“Fuck you, Bette. You can be such a child sometimes,” Alice said trough gritted teeth, ignoring the remark on the fact that Alice had no job.
“You can at least try and make it up to me,” Bette muttered.
“I apologized, Bette! You always – overreact so much! If you ever want to get laid again, stop being such a drama queen!”
“Oh, like you’re getting any,” Bette mocked.
“For a matter of fact, I do get – very much.”
Bette looked up surprised and forgot all about her pants. “You didn’t tell me you were seeing someone. Do I know her?”