Helena: Where’s Carmen?

Leigh: Don’t know.  I guess she’ll be here later.  You doing okay?

Helena: It’s been quite the day…

Leigh: I know, Miss Manager.

Leigh smiles and gives Helena a friendly nudge.

Leigh and Helena take a seat at a table that faces the dance floor.

Helena: So things with you and Carmen….they are well, correct?

Leigh: They’re good.  We’re still dating….and some other things.

Leigh smirks and Helena smiles, looking off to the side.

Helena: I thought that the two of you would look great together and so far, I must say that you definetly do.

Leigh: So, Matchmaker…when are you going to do something for yourself?

Helena: Me?

Helena shakes her head.

Helena: I’m not really looking.

Leigh: That’s a shame.  I’m pretty sure you can take girl in here and make ‘em yours in a snap.

Helena: I appreciate the compliment, but I’m just happy to see you and Carmen getting along well.

Leigh looks at Helena and puts her right arm around her.

Leigh: That’s great, but…do you really think that’s enough?

Helena: What do you mean?

Helena appears confused by Leigh’s question as Carmen arrives.  Carmen pauses, seeing Leigh and Helena seated together.  As the music switches gears from one song to another, Dax makes her presence felt by shimmying by Carmen.  Carmen looks over at Dax, amused.

Carmen: Hangin’ here tonight, eh Dax?

Dax: Are you kidding?  Look at all the babes here tonight.  Heck, just look at ‘em here.  You in that dress…

Dax turns towards Helena and Leigh.

Dax: Them in theirs….me….this is the sexiest fucking club on Earth right now don’t’cha think?

Carmen: I agree, Dax.

Carmen smiles as she takes a seat next to Helena.  Helena finds that odd as there’s plenty of room next to Leigh.  Leigh senses that Carmen may have been deadly serious about her comments earlier in the day, after all which arouses her.  Dax looks on, intrigued.

Dax: Any of you gals wanna drink?

Dax has acquired her targets for the evening and by evening’s end she wants to be in bed with at least one of them.  It’s going to be quite the evening.  Back at Gomey’s, it’s quite the brawl as Mark and Gomey’s fists are flying.  Bruises are forming as adrenaline has kicked in for both men.  Gomey connects with a right cross that causes Mark to stumble back.  Gomey charges in, but Mark catches him with a kick to the abdomen.  Gomey doubles over and Mark applies a frontface lock, driving Gomey to the floor.  Gomey struggles to free himself.