Shane: If either one of them catches you doing that, you are fucking dead meat!

Alice: They won’t find out!

(The song was over and Alice put her camera back into her purse and Bette and Tina came back to join them for drinks.)

Shane: Both of you look so hot tonight! Especially you Bette, loving the Levi jeans and vest.

Bette: My wife loves me in jeans!

Tina (squeezing Bette’s ass): I love you in anything!

Alice: Preferably nothing!

Bette (to the bartender): I would like a rum and coke please and what do you want, T?

Tina: A screwdriver please, babe.

(Bette got the drinks and was talking with Alice and Shane when a biker dyke dressed in leather, crew cut and an earring in her nice approached Tina, setting off Bette.)

Biker Dyke: Wanna dance, babe?

Tina: I am with my wife here, now if you’ll excuse me.

Biker Dyke: Whoa, I just asked for a dance not to run off with ya, c’mon!

Bette (getting up from her seat and approaching the biker): Excuse me, you heard what my wife said, now fuck off!

Biker Dyke: And what are you going to do about it, mocha ice queen?

Bette (her eyes widened in fury): You and me, outside NOW!

Biker Dyke: This is going to be so fuckin’ simple!

Tina (grabbing Bette by the arm): Bette, please don’t. It’s not worth it.

Bette (kissing Tina softly on the lips): I’ll be fine, baby. I’m stronger than she thinks I am.

Alice: But it’s always possible that she’ll make you into steak tar tar!

Shane: C’mon Bette, just walk away.

Biker Dyke: Havin’ second thoughts now, chicken shit?

Bette (glaring at the biker): fuck you, I am not going to waste my time kicking your ass!

Tina (wrapping her arms around Bette): I am proud of you, honey.

Bette (smiling and kissing Tina): I don’t want to ruin our night out, baby.

Biker dyke: I think Goldilocks here needs to shut her mouth and dance with me!

Tina: And Mister T here needs to leave us the f*ck alone or I’ll have your a** thrown out of here!