Jenny: “yes, the famous ‘miss one-night stand’”

Bo: “stop that, girls…, Bette, listen, it’s just a game…, everybody is stressed with the curfew and the state of siege…. Please try to understand”

Bette: “you can’t make a joke of my personal life”

Frankie: “we are sorry Bette, but we’ll keep going, so, get use to that”

At that moment Dana is entering the SAC and heads down toward Tina who is sited facing Bette’s table three meters (almost ten feet) away from hers.

Dana: “Tina, we need to talk”

Both girls go to a close corner and start talking, Bette is watching.

Tina: “what’s up?”

Dana: “the hphone you made, someone is using it with me”

Tina: (laughing) “that’s really funny, what do you want me to do”

Dana: “could you annul the device?”

Tina: “sure, but I need to know where it is”

Dana: “but I don’t know who has it now”

Tina: “….hmm … you know, I have the conformation for that hphone in my memory chip, let me think about that, but in theory, I may be able to locate the phone… we talk tomorrow, is that ok with you?”

Dana: “sure, as soon as possible”

As soon as Dana leaves toward Bette’s table, and Tina sits, a short blonde with big tits approaches. In the closest table, Bette is watching everything, but she is not alone, in fact, everybody on that table is observing Brenda’s deeds.

Shane: “looks like miss tits is into your girlfriend Bette”

Bette: (angry and blushed) “no, she is not”

Jane: “well wait and see… Oh-oh … there she goes”

Brenda reaches Tina’s table and starts her lunge

Brenda: “Tina, what’s wrong with you, I have called you at least 12 times and you didn’t answer or call me back”

Tina: (looking at Bette, who was serious) “I was busy Brenda…”

Brenda: “ah… doing what… you shouldn’t treat me that way, you know…, I’m your girlfriend”

Tina: (shocking and spiting her drink on the table, looking terrified toward Brenda and then at Bette) “No, I’m not”

Brenda: (angry) “what… (pulling Tina from her arm) come here”

Bette moves her body to stand up (Shane and Frankie were chanting and whispering “fight… fight… fight”)

Bette: “shush”

Tina: (blushing and angry) “no, Brenda, stop… I never said that we were going to be girlfriends”