That afternoon….

Bette’s house…

Shane: "Bette!" She comes running through the door.

Bette: "What?" The brunette drops the glass on the floor. "Shit!"

Shane: "Sorry…" She grabs the broom. "Guess who’s in town?" Bette looks up sharply

Bette: "Who?"

Shane: "Tiffany Anderson." She smiles. "I ran into her at the mall. She’s fine as hell." Shane sweeps the glass up, while Bette grabs the dust pan.

Bette: "What? Is she alone?" She turns away and stares out the window.

Shane: "Yup. And…" She digs in her pocket and pulls out a flyer. "She’s having a party tomorrow night." Shane’s passes the flyer to the brunette.

Bette: "Thanks…" She brings it close and reads the lettering.

Shane: "So, are you coming with?" Bette looks up from the paper and smiles.

Bette: "I don’t know. I’m not in the mood for partying." She passes Shane the flyer.

Shane: "Aww, come on. This is going to be the party of the year. You have to come." She nudges Bette’s arm.

Bette: "I’ll think about it…" She kneels down and places the dust pan on the floor. Shane frowns and sweeps the glass into it. Bette stands and Shane touches her arm.

Shane: "Hey, if you change your mind, let me know."

Bette: "I will…" She throws the trash away and heads outside. Shane watches her go, and she knows what on her mind. She’s not thinking about partying…she’s thinking about Tina.

A couple of days later…

California Arts Center…

Bette: "Good morning James…" She smiles and passes her assistant.

James: "Good morning Bette." He smiles. "How was your weekend?"

Bette: "It was okay…" She stops at his desk. "Did I receive any mail?" She scans James desk.

James: "No. But…" He looks over her shoulder, and Bette follows his eyes. "You have a visitor." Bette frowns and shakes her head. She approaches the tall fella.

Bette: "What brings you by, Eric?" She smirks.

Eric: "You know why I’m here." Bette acts as though she’s surprised.

Bette: "I do…" She thinks to herself. "I’m sorry, but, I have the slightest clue."

Eric: "TINA!" His voice echoes through the halls. Bette’s caught off guard.

Bette: "Are you yelling at me?" She couldn’t help asking. No one dare raises their voice at her and thinks they are going to get away with it.