Candace:

Good. Here…(digging in her front pocket) light this. I’ve gotta hit the used vodka room.

(Bette stares at the fat joint in her hand, then shrugs, bites off the end, lights it and takes a huge hit)

(from the radio, hear The Supremes: “Come See About Me”)

(Bette exhales and smiles a little to herself as she mouths the words to the song and rocks her feet back in forth in time with the beat)

Scene 16: Kit’s house, nighttime

(Ivan is seated at the dining room table, his forehead resting on his clasped hands, in front of a half cleared pot roast dinner)

(from the kitchen, hear the rushing of water in the sink and the sharp clattering of dishes being rinsed off angrily)

(Kit storms into the dining room and grabs more dishes from the table)

Ivan:

Kit, maybe she had a late meeting.

Kit:

Oh, no…don’t you do that. Don’t you make excuses for my sister’s sorry narrow *****.

Ivan:

I’m only saying that maybe you shouldn’t jump to conclusions. She’s a busy woman and…

Kit:

And she can’t see the forest for the motherfucking trees. She knew how important this was to me. I confirmed it with her twice. But she’s too wrapped up in her own mess these days…

Ivan:

What did you expect, sugar? She’s lost at sea right now.

Kit:

And whose fault is that?

Ivan:

Well then, that being the case, why are you so obsessed with gaining her approval?

Kit:

I don’t know.

(Ivan gets up, walks over to Kit sporting his sly smile, takes the dishes from her hands and puts them on the table, then lays a deep kiss on her lips)

Ivan:

We don’t need her permission at all, now do we?

(he picks up the stack of dishes and saunters into the kitchen, whistling all the way)

(Hear the water turn on)

(Kit sinks down into a nearby chair, fanning herself with a folded napkin)

Kit:

Lord have mercy…

Scene 17: at Milk, nighttime

(Shane and Tina are seated at a table, both of them obviously plastered, watching Dana and Alice grind on the dance floor)