I just can't believe that Shane would be so nonchalant about the whole Lez Girls thing. This is of how Shane really feels and it's regarding the publishing of Lez Girls the book.
Of course I don't own The L Word characters. That right belongs to Ilene Chaiken as well as the other writers that worked on The L Word.
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Shane put down the atrocity of Lez Girls and leaned back in her chair in the kitchen. She didn't even know what to start with first.
"Fuck," she breathed out as she took the last swig from the latest beer she was drinking, adding it to the collection on the table. I can't believe Jenny would write this about us. Is she fucking serious? Does she see us like that?
A ringing sound started going off in her head and she looked around the kitchen to see it was actually her cell going off. The ring tone was the song Miss Impossible signaling Bette was phoning from her office. This wasn't going to be good.
Shane leaned back in her chair more, making it tilt towards the kitchen counter, and grabbed her cell, "Yep?"
"Did you fucking read what that bitch wrote about us?"
"Wo wo wo, hang on Bette."
"Don't you fucking tell me to 'hang on'. Did you read that trash she wrote?"
"Ya, just finished it. And I know it's fucking bullshit but please. I know…" Shane trailed off picking up the book and looked at the raised letters of Jenny's name. "I know. I can't believe what she wrote."
"That whore! I can't believe she fucking wrote about this. About us!" Bette sounded like she was about to burst an artery. "Bev? Nina? Karina? I mean really. Could she not have thought of actual names or did her fucking imagination give out on her. I just can't believe this. It was bad enough that it made it in the New Yorker but to actually be published?"
"Okay Bette, I know. But its fiction right? It's just Jenny's story about a bunch of lesbian women."
"I can't believe you're fucking defending her Shane. I know you two are room mates but I can't believe you would stand up for what she's written here."
Shane put down her cell and walked over to the fridge to grab another beer. Bette was right though, why was she standing up for Jenny? Shane opened the bottle and took a swig of it; feeling the cold liquid run down her throat and settle in her stomach. She could hear Bette rattling on, not realizing that she wasn't actually talking to anyone. Shane sighed and checked her pockets. Damn, she was out of cigs.
"Shane?"
Shane moved over to the table quickly and picked up the cell, "Ya, I'm still here."
"Have you even been paying any attention to what I was just saying?"
A beep came in to Shane's luck, " Hang on Bette, someone's on the other line." Beep. "Yep?"
"Oh my God!" Alice's voice shrieked over the phone, "Can you fucking believe that her fucking 'Lez Girls' actually was published?"
"Fuck Alice, I know. I'm on the other line with Bette and she's basically saying the same thing."
"That's it. I'm going to confront that bitch, again! I'm totally going to bash her on my next show."
"Fine Alice, what ever." Shane was feeling exhausted after hearing these two go off. She just wanted to get off the phone and think with a cig in one hand and beer in another. "Do what ever you feel is right."
"You're damn straight I'm going to do what's right." And with that the line went dead.
Shane beeped over to the other line, "Bette?"
"Ya I'm still here."
"Bette, something came up and I have to go."
"Right Shane. What ever, I should get back to fucking work anyway."
Shane closed her cell and put it on the table. She hadn't noticed when she sat down again but she didn't really care. Well, she didn't have a cigarette but she at least had the beer. She took another swig of it, trying to gather her thoughts when the front door opened.
"Oh, my God Shane!" Jenny came bounding in.
"Hey babe," Shane smiled weakly.