The much anticipated Girls Friday Night Out arrives…

Shane and Dana waited in the car as Alice pounded her fist repeatedly on Bette’s door.  “Come on Porter, let’s go!”

Bette quickly gathered some items off the counter and placed them into her purse.  She opened the door, “You’re so fucking impatient!”

Alice smirked, “A hello is a standard greeting for most, you know?”

Bette sighed, “Hello.  You’re so fucking impatient!” 

Bette locked the door and turned back to her friend.  Bette wore designer black strapped heels, crisp white tailored pants and a silk sleeveless, low-cut blouse that accented her toned arms and cleavage.

Alice gave Bette the once over and let out a whistle.  “Damn Porter, bringing out the big guns tonight!”

“Fuck you, Alice.”

Alice gave Bette a big bear hug and pulls her away from the door.  “Ah, come on Bette.  You know you’re taking all your pent up sexual frustration out on me but sorry – WRONG blonde!”

Bette chuckled.  Not that she’d ever admit it to Alice, but thinking about the blonde in the black Burberry had been consuming her thoughts and began to drive her a little crazy.  “Do I have to go?”

Alice continued leading a hesitant Bette to the car where Shane and Dana are seen waving from inside.  “Yes!  You promised, remember?”

Bette waved ‘hello’ to Shane and Dana, then turned back to Alice.  “I did promise.”

“Anyway, you can’t continue on your 2009 mope-fest over the Burberry Girl.  You need to come out, Bette!”

“I did that a long time ago,” Bette responds dryly.

Alice laughed, “Yeah, yeah.  All hail Queen of the Lesbians, yada yada.”

With that, the two get into the car to join the others and they’re off.

Alice was given the task of Friday night social director and decided to drag the girls out to the outskirts of West Hollywood, bordering Beverly Hills to a place called The Factory. 

The reporter was able to get everyone an invite to this specific industry event at The Factory, since she covered a story on the upcoming movie that was being promoted at the club.