“For what purpose exactly? You just got your coffee,” she teased. Shane didn’t reply. “What happened the other night? Did you fuck the club owner or something?” Still no response. This time, Dana couldn’t stop herself from laughing. “You did, didn’t you?”

There was complete silence until Shane finally nodded. Dana laughed harder and kept doing so until she was finally able to speak again. “Wait, doesn’t she have a girlfriend? Not that I was paying attention the other night, but I thought Al said…”

“Yeah, she does,” Shane replied, but she didn’t elaborate further. Dana considered this for a few seconds, perplexed.

“You didn’t,” she said finally. “You did? You fucked both of them?” She didn’t even wait for the confirming nod before she started laughing again. “Shane!” She laughed for a good few minutes until they pulled up in front of SheBar and Shane shushed her so she could talk to some blonde lady in a very weird outfit. Dana vaguely remembered her as the club owner’s girlfriend. Shane introduced her as Cindi, but when the woman barely glanced at Dana and fawned shamelessly over Shane, Dana decided that the woman was going to remain the Blonde Whore in her mind. The thought gave her a little amusement, which was nice, considering that Shane and Cindi seemed to forget she was there at all.

Dana sat in annoyed silence as Cindi continued to flirt openly and rather embarrassingly with Shane, who seemed to be eating it up. Shane commented on the club’s apparent expansion, and Dana couldn’t keep herself from muttering angrily when Cindi revealed that Kit had told Dawn about it. Either Cindi didn’t hear the muttering or she chose not to acknowledge it, because she never even glanced Dana’s way.

She sat there for what had to be five minutes while Shane encouraged the Blonde Whore’s horrible innuendos. She was a little disgusted by the whole thing, but she supposed that as long as Shane was enjoying herself it wasn’t all bad. Until Cindi made a comment about offering ladyfingers, that is. Dana barely managed to suppress a guffaw and had to turn her head away, but neither of the others seemed to care what she thought.

“Shane!” Dana exclaimed a minute later, when Shane was still staring after the Blonde Whore’s retreating form. Shane looked at her confusedly, and Dana shook her head. “That was one of the most pathetic things I have ever seen in my life,” she said in disgust. “Come on! You want me to go wait inside for awhile so you can sample the ladyfingers? Jesus Christ, she’s worse than I ever was.”