“Shane, don’t, she is drunk. Come baby, lets go home.” Carmen tried to make Shane avoid the inevitable clash. She could see the tension on Shane’s jawline, and knew that when her girlfriend bit down like that, it signaled a nearly breaking point.

“Well well well, this is really the new reformed Shane, isn’t it? The one who doesn’t sleep around. The one who loves her girlfriend so much she would do anything for her. No wait. Not everything,” Dana broke her slur to a whisper, “She hasn’t met the parents yet.”

And Shane broke. All the restraints in her head had snapped out of control.  The pressure and guilt of not meeting Carmen’s family had been weighing in Shane’s mind for the longest of time. She snapped because the guilt was killing her, and Dana saying it was just reaffirming the pressure.

Shane stood up suddenly, wanting to cross over Carmen to shake Dana up. She swore that was all she was going to do, seeing Dana semi-concious and all. But everyone in the room misunderstood her actions and made a move to restraint her almost at once.

And right there was Carmen, who stood up and grabbed Shane from behind. But Shane was so blinded by rage that she did not think about Carmen’s illness and the accompanied weakness, she lifted her elbows angrily to escape the grasp that Carmen had on her. But in doing so, she caused Carmen to fall onto the floor.

“Yaaow.” Carmen yelped out in pain as she landed on the floor, her ankle twisted when it hooked onto the leg of the table.

The yelp of pain Carmen gave out snapped Shane out of her raging trance and realization descended upon her. She turned around petrified and froze at the sight she saw. Jenny had by now rushed over to help Carmen onto the couch and Kit reached over while Bette and Tina came up between Shane and Dana, still afraid that she might do something unthinkable.

But Dana was forgotten. All that ran through Shane’s mind now was that she was the cause of Carmen’s injury. She stood there like a statue, staring as Jenny tended to Carmen. Carmen in turn was gazing right back, there wasn’t a hint of anger or disfavor, only pleading looks for her to calm down.