Later that same evening, Tina goes round to Bette’s house for a girlie night in.

Tina is sitting in her dressing gown and her hair is wrapped in a towel applying a green facemask to Bette who is sitting on the floor kneeling in between Tina’s legs. Tina’s light touch is tickling Bette and she is trying hard to suppress a giggle.

Soon she can no longer hold it in and just starts laughing her head off, Tina looks quite perturbed at this because she doesn’t realise that Bette is so ticklish. ‘And what may I ask is so funny?’ ‘You have the most delicate touch T and It was really ticklish’ Bette laughs. ‘Well if you’re gonna laugh in my face you can do your own next time’ Tina pouts.

 ‘Aww T, come on, look I’m sorry for laughing, now please can you finish applying my face mask or else I’ll have half an exfoliated face and half a not exfoliated face’ Tina laughs ‘For someone with a degree from Yale it seems pretty silly that you just said “not exfoliated” in the sentence you just did’ ‘Are you calling me stupid T?’

Bette grabs some of the face pack mixture and dabs some over Tina’s face before running off down the hallway. Tina shrieks as she runs after her and jumps on her back sending them both crashing to the floor.

Bette and Tina are giggling like a couple of schoolgirls as Tina rolls over so Bette can get up. ‘Ouch, what did you jump on me for?’ Bette playfully whines.

‘What did you put that stuff on me for?’ Tina retorts ‘Touché’ Bette laughs ‘Touché’ Tina agrees smiling.

Tina stands and offers her hand to help Bette up. ‘Thanks T’ Bette smiles.

They walk back to the lounge where Bette applies Tina’s facemask for her.

The masks soon set and so they can only communicate with one another using sign language, or at least their version.

Bette waves her left hand about at the same time as handing Tina a jar of nail polish, she looks at her best friend with pleading eyes. Tina takes the polish and takes Bette’s hand resting it on her knee so she can carefully apply the paint without making a mistake.