Bette nodded and peeked over at Alice who sat staring off into space. A finger extended carefully and poked Alice in the shoulder. Alice snapped her head in Bettes direction, a puzzled look on her face. Yeah what?

Were all heading over to Milk tonight, are you planning on joining us? Bette asked, also pointing the question in Jordys direction; although she wasnt paying much attention.

Alice smirked matter-of-factly and rolled her eyes,Of course, I wouldnt miss Bette and Shane on the dance floor.

Shane… is that the hairdresser one you told me about? Jordy asked, furrowing her brows. She scratched at the strip of tan skin on her abdomen that her t-shirt had missed. In fact, for an 18 year old Bette had noticed that the girl was tall, lanky. Almost filling the same figure as her own girlfriend.

Yes, hairdresser and girlfriend of Ms. Porter here. Alice nodded, taking a long final sip from her ceramic mug of coffee. Alright ladies, Im heading out. Ive got to have a new story by Monday and I havent got any ideas. Ill see you later, Bette. Jordy you know the way home and youve got the keys. She excused herself from the table and skipped off to the exit, leaving the two dark haired women behind.

Bette eyed the girl curiously, keystokes becoming the only conversation starter. Mouths opened as if to speak, but closed themselves as the girls sat in silence. The carmel skinned woman slid back in her chair, exhaling as she closed her eyes and rubbed along her lids. A yawn slipped past nude lips and met an open palm which muffled the groaning sound. Her head lolled back, eyes meeting the beautiful architecture of the ceiling.

Youre bored. Jordy stated simply, offering a cocky smile.

Yes, Im kinda stranded here though. I cant drive home because I lost my license to some ***** cop. Bette replied, finding her usual comfortable sitting position. It wasnt until she thought more about it that she realized that Jordy was 18 and most likely had a license. You think you could give me a ride when you head out?

She laughed and let her shoulders fall,I dont have a car.

It wasnt everyday that Bette Porter offered to let people sit behind the wheel of her beautiful Saab convertible, but it wasnt everyday that Bette Porter was rendered transportationless outside The Planet. I guess you could drive mine.