“My dive starts in two hours- I should get out there” she smiled nervously collecting her things.

“Well I’m sure we’ll bump into each other soon… Maybe I’ll call you, Niki” smirked Alice goofily.

Niki tripped slightly on the chair as she laughed nervously

“Oh yeah, right… the other day” she laughed

“See you guys Friday” she remembered suddenly as she hurried out the door.

Bette flicked her gaze to Alice

“No fucking way she had a dive”

Alice glowered back

“Well maybe if you weren’t sitting there like Madame Nazi with your arms crossed”

Bette unfolded her arms self-consciously

“Oh please”

“Oh please? Come on Bette, even you know that you just had some little horn lock with Sexy Lexy”

“Sexy Lexy?”

“That’s right Bette…” nodded Alice

“Ssseeexxxyyy L E X Y”

Bette recrossed her arm and shook her head

“Alice, this is ridiculous”

“Cut the testosterone Bette, I don’t think you even count as a lesbian more like…” she paused realising that she didn’t have anything in mind and started gesturing her hand up and down Bette’s body like it was obvious- but Bette wasn’t having any of it, she stared back with questioningly raised eyebrows

“More like a straight guy trapped in a body with boobs”

“That’s very articulate of you, Alice”

“Just calling a spade a spade”

Bette exhaled in boredom, before remembering what she’d wanted to discuss with Alice

“Oh yeah, Alice, this Friday- I want you to look really hot. These young upstarts aren’t going to enjoy laughing at the frumpy 40s”

“Bette we’re not all forty, and we’re not doing this”

“It’s the only reason she invited us, and I won’t have you giving her the satisfaction”

“Me? What about you? I don’t remember that last time I saw you in a gym”

“I run, Alice” Bette’s tone was one of doubt, but she made a mental note to get into the gym a few times in the next four days.

“Whatever, Bette Porter”

“I can’t talk to you anymore”

“It’s mutual”

“Well it does take two to talk, so one could assume”

Alice turned her head to glare at Bette, and folded her arms

“Anyway so how long do we give this Shecca union?”

“Shecca?”

“Do you always have to question everything I say?”

“No” replied Bette with a slight smirk

“Anyway Shecca- Shane and Becca, you know like Brangelina”

Bette rolled her eyes

“So we’re reduced to tabloids now, are we?”

“Stop with the fucking questions Porter,” warned Alice, but Bette just smirked back.

“I don’t think that Shane is looking for a relationship if that’s what you mean”

“But if Becca really is Shane, she wouldn’t be either- so, knowingly the cruelty of fate I see this thing drawing out”

“That’s absolutely ridiculous”

“Well I want it noted that Alice is backing long-term”

“Noted” sighed Bette, folding her arms in closer to her body.

“Don’t you have a job?” interrogated Alice after a pause.

“It’s Sunday”

“The Bette Porter I know doesn’t believe in Sundays”

“Maybe that was the problem”

“The problem?”

“That you didn’t know me”

Alice glanced around the room, feeling the rage rising inside her again- why did Bette do this too her? She didn’t have time for dealing with latent anger right now, she just wanted to lash out.

“I think we all know the problem was you got the taste for straight girl in your veins”

“Cute, real cute” glared Bette.