“Maybe later,” Shelly pouted.

“Okay—but don’t keep me waiting.” She pressed her lips against Shane’s and pulled away. “It was nice to meet you Carla.” She walked away, and Shane wiped her lips.

“It’s—Carmen.” She smiled softly. “Well don’t you know how to pick ‘em?” She laughed.

“I don’t pick them—they pick me.” Shane took a step towards Carmen. “As I was saying before, I would love to show you around.”

Carmen bit her bottom lip. “Okay. Well I can’t wait.” She began to walk away, but Shane grabbed her hand. She pulled her back and smiled.

“I’m going to need your number.”

Carmen chuckled embarrassingly. “Oh yeah, you’re going to need that.” Shane pulled out her Blackberry Pearl out of her pocket. “It’s 379-0948, so give me a call.”

“Oh I will, you enjoy the rest of your night.” She pulled away from Carmen and walked away. Carmen shoved her hands into her pockets and smiled.

“So who was the beautiful Latina?” Shane smiled at Alice.

“Her name is Carmen and that is all I’m telling you.” She put her phone back into her pocket.

“Has anyone seen Tina or Bette?” Dana looked around.

“I haven’t seen them since we’ve went on the floor.” Helena shrugged.

“Well here comes Tina,” Alice pointed out, and Tina was walking out of the club pissed. Bette was on her heels. “What the hell is going on between those two?”

“I might have an idea, but I’m keeping it to myself.” Shane looked over at Helena, and Helena looked at Shane.

“C’mon Shane—you can tell me. I can keep a secret.” Shane looked at Alice.

“Yeah Al—you can’t keep a secret.”

“Don’t you guys think it’s time to go?” Dana began to look around.

“Why are you so nervous Dana? We’re going to be fine.”

“I don’t think so,” Dana pointed towards the door and saw the police coming towards the entrance.

“Fuck! We gotta get out of here.” Shane grabbed Alice’s hand. Alice grabbed Dana’s, and Dana grabbed Helena’s.  People began to scattered around in the club, and they tried to find a way out. “There’s an exit,” Shane began to pull her friends through the rushing crowd to make it to the back door.

“What about Tina and Bette?” Dana looked back.

“They’ll be fine, we have to save our own asses.” Alice pulled Dana as Shane opened the door, and they ran out.  They walked down the alley way, and Shane looked back.

“What about your guys’ guitars?” Helena asked. Shane grabbed her pack of cigarettes from her pants pocket and grabbed one. She put one to her full lips and lit it.

“Mark and Gomey will take care of it.” She exhaled the smoke from her lips and scratched the back of her head.

“Do you guys think that Bette and Tina are all right?” Dana crossed her arms.

“If you want to know—just call one of them. You do have one of their numbers.”

“Yeah you’re right,” Dana nodded and grabbed her Blackjack out of her jacket pocket. She dialed Bette’s number and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Hello?” Bette answered her phone, and Tina looked over at her. “Yeah, Tina and I are okay. We left a little early. What? Did you guys get out okay?”

“What happen?” Bette held her index finger, and Tina sighed heavily.

“All right—well I’ll see you guys at school tomorrow. Ok, bye.” She hung up the phone and sighed as she continued to drive Tina’s BMW. “The cops showed up at the club, and they had to run out the back door.”

“Oh now, you decide to tell me.”

Bette looked over at Tina and back at the road. “What is your problem? You asked me what happen, but I was on the phone.”

“But you waited to tell me what happened.” Bette rolled her eyes.

“You are being such a total—.”

“A total what? Bitch?” Bette looked at Tina.

“Yes a bitch.”

“I won’t say another word to you.” Tina looked out the window and crossed her arms. Bette sighed and kept driving back to Newport Beach.