A couple of days later
Int. Alice's apartment - Morning
The blonde woman kept thinking about her friend and asking herself why all those feelings were coming to surface in that violent way. It was becoming an obsession. But she couldn't help it. The thought of Bette... her lips, her strong arms. God, what she would have given just to be able to kiss those lips and to be wrapped in those arms.
She was in the living room, sitting on the couch. Doing nothing. Just sipping some beer, now and then. Her eyes gazing at the ceiling. The woman was startled as her phone rang.
"Fuck," she uttered, "Hello?"
"Hey, it's Sasha. Remember, the realtor you contacted two days ago?"
"Oh yes, hi! Do you have some good news?"
"Yes, actually, there's a very big space and I think it might be the one you're looking for. It's not too far from the current gallery"
"This is great! So when can we meet and see the place?"
"Awesome, so what about tomorrow at 5 p.m.? I'll email you the details"
"Sounds cool, see you then."
She felt a great amount of happines cross her body. She couldn't help it but feel exicet by the fact that she could help Bette to find a new space for her gallery. The thought that this gesture could get them closer was starting to fill her mind. She had a new goal now, she wanted to bring their friendship to the next level.
And, whatever the cost, she would've made sure to be able to do it.
Int. Unknown apartment - The same morning
The brunette woke up feeling the warmth of a hand resting on her chest. She slowly sat up and looked around the room. Jesus, where the hell am I? She did it again. She slept with some random woman she met the night before at the club. She gazed at the woman sleeping next to her. Uh, I don't even remember her name. Bette looked around, searching for a clock. Her sight still out of focus. She squinted her eyes and realized the time.
"Shit!" she whispered. She was late, she had a meeting in an hour.
And she needed to freshen up. "Fuck it, I'll do it at the gallery"
Trying to avoid to wake her up, she quickly dressed and grabbing her purse immediately made her way out. She didn't bothered to advise the woman. That was a habit. Going to the club, hitting on some girl, going at their place, spending the night having sex. That was the routine. The same, identical routine. All the women around WeHo knew her habits but they didn't care. What that really mattered for them was to be among the mighty Bette Porter's conquests. Even if that meant to end up alone in the bad the next day. At least they could have a very nice memory of the night before.
Walking across the parking lot, she started murmuring something about the drinking. She could feel the inside of her head bouncing. She drunk too much, again. She finally reached her car and hitted the speed pedal, heading to her gallery.
Bette Porter Gallery - 10.04 a.m.
"Crazy night, hey Porter?" one of her employees teased.
She just rolled her eyes and ignored him. Never tease Bette Porter when she's facing one of her awful aftermaths from alchool. Her bite can be fatal. Ignoring her killing headache and without bothering to talk to anyone she went straight to the rest room to freshen up and make herself presentable for the meeting.
It had been one of the longest and awfullest meeting she ever attended. It only managed to increase her headache. She rushed into her office and sat at her desk. Letting her body to collapse against the back of her chair. She closed her eyes and sighed.
"Woah! You look awful" her assistant said.
"Well, thanks for the honesty, Eve" she smirked.
"I know you love me for that!" she teased.
"That's true."
"So, the meeting was that bad?"
"No, actually. I mean it was a meeting so there was a lot of bla-bla and you know how awful the bla-bla can be when you have a headache" she said, holding her head. With her elbows on her desk.
"I know what you need" Evelyn uttered.
"Uh-uh?"
"Yes!"
The woman made her way out the office and just a few minutes later came back with a bottle of water and some pain-killers and handed them to Bette.
"Um" Bette showed her pout.
"What?"
"I don't know... I thought you were going to give me something else" she said, pretending innocence. Crossing her arms, leaning into the back of the chair. Acting like a upset child.
"Oh, don't tell me you didn't have enough fun last night with the chick you met"
"What made you think I was talking about that?" the brunette raised her eyebrowns.
"Isn't that what you always think about?"
"Um, so that's what you think of your boss? You relate me to sex and nothing else?"
"Well, Bette Porter and sex walk the same path" she winked and turned around, heading to her desk. In the office next to Bette's.
Bette snorted and shook her head, "Smart ass" she whispered.
The rest of the day at work went on at a slow pace. It seemed an eternity and Bette couldn't wait to be done with her paperworks and go home. The good thing was that her headache was inexistent by then. She was in the attempt to fill another paperwork when her assistant told her Alice was on line 1.
"Thanks, Eve" she picked up the phone. "For what do I owe this pleasure, Miss Pieszecki?"
"Ha-ha, funny. Listen, Porter, did you find the space for your gallery?"
"Jesus, no... This is driving me crazy, I don't know how to find a decent place. The ones I saw, so far, were hideous"
"I have a great news!"
"And what would it be?"
"I think I found the space for your gallery?"
"Really?"
"Oh, yeah, I know this guy who knows this other guy who knows this realtor and she found it. She called me this morning, emailed me all the details and if you want you can go and take a look at it tomorrow at 5 p.m. She said it isn't too far from the current space you own and it's huge."
"That's awesome, Alice! Oh God, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!"
"Yay! I am so happy to help you, so deal?"
"Absolutely yes! I will be there tomorrow at 5. Email me the details then"
"Sure-" then Bette cutted her off.
"Oh, wait. You know what? Don't. I'll pick you up and we'll go together, you will give me the details on our way to the place. What do you say?"
"I say that's a great idea!"