“Where’s Shane and Tory?” Bette asked, unlocking her car.

“They left a couple of moments ago,” Alice shrugged, helping Dana into the backseat.

Bette eased Helena into the car gently, using holding onto her head to prevent it from bumping against the roof of the car.

“Thank you, darling.” Helena murmured with her eyes barely opened as she gently pats Bette on her cheek, causing Bette to smile.

This was one of the many things that Bette liked about Helena. Helena was always polite, even when she was drunk. But that couldn’t change the fact that Helena said that she was straight.

Once their two drunken friends were seated comfortably in the car, Alice got into the passenger seat next to Bette.

“Sooo… What happened back there?” Alice asked Bette, seeing that her friend’s anger had subsided.

Bette turned to look at Alice, tilted her head backwards at the backseats.

Alice turned around and saw that Helena was knocked out along with Dana. “They’re asleep.”

Bette gave Alice a short glance.

“Okayokay, I promise I won’t fun of you.” Alice said sincerely.

“This sleazy chick was hitting on Helena, touching her all over.” Bette’s grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“Well you know, if you really like her that much, I guess it’s okay that you tell her.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not? Is it because of what I said about getting involved with your roommate? I say screw whatever I’ve said since you really like her. “

“No, it’s not because of that.”

“What is it then?”

“So that sleazy chick was hitting on her…”

“Why are we going back to that topic again?”

“Would you let me finish?”

“Okay, sorry. You’re so angsty.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry, Al. May I now go on with my story.”

“Sure.”

“So that sleazy chick was hitting on her, saying something about come home with me. Helena said something that I couldn’t make out what but she was rejecting her. Then sleazy chick was like, you have to be bisexual and Helena told her she wasn’t. Sleazy chick attempted again, going like, you must be at least bicurious and leans in, touching Helena all over. It was sick. I told her to back off just when she was about to kiss Helena…”

“Nice work, Porter!” Alice applauded, interrupting Bette again.

Bette shot Alice a glare.

“Sorry, go on.”

“She became all smug and cocky then she says, FYI she’s not even into chicks.” Bette mimicked how that girl delivered that line.

“No way… So Helena’s straight? I was so sure that she was gay.” Alice’s jaw dropped.

“I know right.” Bette frowned. “Do you think she actually means what she’s saying or is it the alcohol messing with her head?”

“Honestly Bette, I don’t think it’s the alcohol.” Alice said, biting on her lip. “Remember that butch that was hitting on her when that Sierra bartender was hitting on you when you were returning the tray?”

“I clearly do not remember that.” Bette said sarcastically.

“Do you want to know what happened or not?”

“Okay, I’m sorry, please go on, Al.”

“Anyhow, that butch approached Helena, whispering god knows what into Helena’s ear. Helena just smiled and whispered something back. Chris the butch just smirked at her and said, ‘Well, if you ever change teams, you know where to find me.’” Alice mimicked Chris’ low, guttural voice. “Shane and I thought it was just some sort of inside joke, you know?”

“Nooo…” Bette’s eyes widen. Her worst nightmare was becoming reality.

“Just tell her you like her, use your crazy I-turn-straight-girls-gay charm. It worked on Tina, it might work on Helena.”

“No. It didn’t work on Tina, Al. She went back to men.” Bette said as the horrible flashback of Tina telling Bette that she wanted to go back to men replayed in the head. “Besides, I cannot risk jeopardizing the friendship that friendship that I have with her.”

Alice let out a sigh, “What is up with you and straight girls anyway.”

“You’re not helping, Al.”

A long pause of silence followed.

Bette ran her hand through her hair, “So, what now?”