It's the following week, and this morning is Harry's trial that Allie is attending. It felt so far away weeks ago and it seems to have snuck up on her. She's been feeling nervous, last night was rough when it came to sleep.

She managed about four hours and she's exhausted, it took two cups of coffee to get her up and moving this morning. The trial is scheduled for eleven a.m. but she shows up at ten-thirty. She's killing time in the parking lot sitting in her car. Her phone rings, it's Bea calling.

"Hey, you."

"Hi. How are you?"

"Right now, I'm nervous. I showed up half an hour early, I'm just sitting in the parking lot now. How are you this morning?"

"I'm good, busy. Sorry, but I don't have a lot of time to talk, a client just walked in. I just wanted to call and let you know I hope things go well today. And let me know how it goes after?"

"If you're not busy tonight, why don't we get a drink after you get off work instead?"

"That sounds good. Where do you want to meet?"

"Well, I saw where you work, why don't you come see where I do? You know where it's at?"

"Yeah, I've driven by there before."

"Say about six?"

"All right, see you then."

Allie ends the call and with ten minutes to spare, she makes her way inside the building. She hadn't expected Harry to be in the room, but there he is, sitting on a bench to the far right of the room with his hands cuffed. She catches his eye, seeing the recognition on his face.

Remember me? Prick.

He begins staring at her with an expression that makes her feel uneasy. She's never felt so unnerved from someone just looking at her, but she never breaks his gaze, she stares right back. She looks him over, he looks like he hasn't slept properly in weeks. He has bags under his eyes, and he's lost a considerable amount of weight from what Allie can tell.

Her turn to speak eventually comes around. She speaks truthfully with no embellishments, relaying every detail of that night. She keeps her composure and doesn't get upset, though she really wants to cuss Harry out, knowing full well the things he's done to Bea. One of her best friends, such a beautiful person, inside and out.

It's a different courtroom experience than what she was expecting. She was expecting objections to be yelled back and forth, order to be called with a slam of the judge's gavel.

The whole ordeal goes quicker than she thought it would. They called her in, swore her in, had her say what she came here to and she's now waiting for a decision to be met.

A few minutes later, the charge is read, Harry pleads guilty, and that's that. A sentence of two years, an order of no contact or attempts to make contact with Allie during the sentence.

Allie exits the building to the parking lot. She's just about to her car when she feels a firm yet gentle hand on her shoulder, hears her name being called by a voice she can't place. She spins around on instinct, coming face to face with Will Jackson, his hands up and an amused grin on his face.

"Easy, killer."

"Sorry, it's a habit. Long time no see, Will."

"Yeah, it's been a while. How have you been?"

"I've been good. Um, is there something on my face?" Allie asks after his eyes linger.

"No, sorry. No offense, but you look a whole lot better since last time I saw you."

"None taken. I looked like a wreck I'm sure. So, what brings you here today?"

"Someone thought the speeding ticket I wrote them was unfair, they decided to contest so I got to spend my morning in court. So you came after all, how did it go?"

"It went well, Harry racked up two years on top of what he gets at Bea's trial."

"That's good to hear, I'll be glad when he's put away."

"You and me both."

"And speaking of Bea, how is she? Did you happen to stay in touch with her?"

"We stayed in touch, we're really good friends now."

"Good. I wasn't sure after the last time we all saw each other. If I can ask, what happened that day? Why'd you leave the room?"

"Oh, that. I bet that looked bad. Hearing about what he did to her, it was too much for me to handle, it made me sick. I left because I didn't want Bea to see me upset. I got a bit emotional."

"I get it. I gotta say, it made me pretty sick too. Not enough to bring me to tears, but still."

"Uh-huh, sure it didn't. It's okay to be in touch with your emotions, men are allowed to cry."

"Don't get me wrong, if I see something sad enough, I'm a blubbering mess. But when it comes to stuff I see on the job, I can't let it get to me. In my line of work, you have to put your emotions second."

"And that's why I could never do what you do."

"It's not for everyone. What about Debbie, how's she doing with everything?"

"Deb's great, she seems to be handling everything well. She doesn't say too much about the situation, but that's understandable."

"Yeah, I can imagine. It's a shame she's had to see what she has so young."

Will checks the time on his watch, sighing, "Well, thanks for giving me some good news. I should get back to work though. Maybe I'll see you around."

"Maybe so. If you find yourself downtown and need to drown your sorrows, come see me. I bartend at The Alibi just about every night."

"I might take you up on that. Take care of yourself, Allie. Tell Bea and Debbie hi for me when you see them."

"You know it, Will."

Six o'clock rolls around, Bea's running a bit behind schedule to meet with Allie. The salon was busy again today and the last couple of days, due in part to a not so random influx of new clientele.

They had the same thing in common, being that they were recommended by Allie. It seems she stayed true to her word of recommending the people she knows to see Bea.

It's fifteen minutes after six when she finally leaves the salon. She stops at home for a quick change of clothes, texts Allie to let her know she's on the way, then heads over to the bar. She arrives about ten minutes later, Allie waves her over once she walks inside.

"Sorry I'm late, the salon was crazy busy. Thanks to you."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"So the new clients that have been coming in and saying you recommended them, just coincidence?"

"Exactly."

Bea sits across from Allie at the table, taking a sip of the drink she ordered for her.

"Thanks for sending the extra business my way. Your friends had nothing but good things to say about you."

"No problem. And they had nothing but good things to say about your handiwork."

"Good to know. So this is where you work."

"Yep. What do you think?"

"It's nice. I've actually been here, more than a few times over the years."

"You have?"

"Yeah."

"And somehow we never crossed paths."

"Small world, huh? I wonder if we ever saw each other, we probably thought nothing of it."

"Probably. I wonder if we'd have met here and become friends still."

"That's a good question. Let's hope the answer is yes."

Bea takes a quick trip to the restroom before Allie gives her the details from this morning. She walks out and sees Allie talking to a woman who looks to be about Bea's age, if not a bit older.

She also sees a familiar little boy she met not too long ago standing next to the table. He spots Bea and recognizes her.

"Bea!" The boy runs over excitedly, giving her a tight hug that catches Bea off-guard. She looks over at Allie, who just shrugs, "I guess he likes you."

"Thomas, let her go," the woman who Bea has to assume is Amy says. Now that she sees the two women side by side, the similarities in Allie's looks and Thomas's stand out even more. Thomas releases his hold on Bea, allowing her to continue walking and following behind her.

"Sorry about him. He's a hugger. Must get it from his dad."

"That's okay."

"Bea, this is my boss. And you remember Thomas, of course."

"Of course. Nice to meet you. Amy, right?"

"That's right. Nice to meet you as well, I've heard lots about you. Thomas has been telling me all about Allie's new friend he met. Allie too, she talks about you all the time."

"Oh does she now?"

"I don't all the time, but you come up."

"She says you're the best hairdresser in the city. Is there any truth to that?"

"I don't know if I'm the best, that's probably a stretch. But I'd like to think I'm good at what I do."

"She's just being modest. She's the best."

"I think you're just biased since we're friends."

"I might be. But seriously, Amy, you won't be disappointed if you go see her."

"I just might some day. Well, we'll get out of your hair. Let me know what you decide, Allie."

"I will. See you around."

"What are you deciding on?" Bea asks once Amy and Thomas leave.

"You know how I've been filling in as manager here?"

"Yeah."

"I guess I'm doing a good enough job that she wants me to do it permanently. She just asked while you were in the bathroom."

"Really? That's great, Allie. Cheers."

Bea tilts her beer bottle towards Allie, Allie does the same, clinking them together.

"I didn't accept yet, but thanks."

"You should go for it. So, how did it go this morning?"

"I'd say it went well. They gave him two years. He's not allowed to contact me or try to while he serves."

"That's good. Did you see him?"

"I did. I didn't expect him to be in the room, but he was."

"How did he look?"

"Tired. It looks like he hasn't been sleeping well. And he's lost some weight too."

"Did he see you?"

"Yeah, I could tell he recognized me."

"Did he say anything?"

"No, he was quiet the whole time. He did just kind of stare me down though. Made me a little nervous."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It didn't bother me too much, I stared right back. Your trial is right around the corner, are you ready for it?"

"Yes and no. I can't believe it's happening, I'll be glad when it's done with. But I'm really nervous about it too. I've actually been meaning to ask you something."

"What is it?"

"Will you go with me and Deb on the day? If you want to, no pressure."

"You want me to be there?"

"I'd feel a lot better if you were. I think it'd help me be less nervous."

"Absolutely. I'll go."

"I should warn you though, you'll probably hear some pretty awful stuff that you won't like. Could be hard to stomach."

"I don't care. If I have to hear some things I won't like to be there for you, I'll do it. But if I do end up needing to leave the room, you'd understand why?"

"I'd understand. Thank you, seriously."

"No thanks needed. I would do anything for you."

"You would?"

"You mean you don't know? We have met, right?"

"Yeah, I just don't think anybody's told me that before."

"Well, I'm not just anybody. I'm one of a kind."

"You sure are," Bea replies, laughing softly.

"I sure am. Now I don't know about you, but I'm really hungry. You want to look at the menu?"

"Sure. What's good here?"

"Pretty much everything."

Allie finds them a menu, they both decide on a salad after taking a look.

"So, how's Deb doing with Brayden?" Allie asks after she puts their order in and returns with their second round of drinks.

"They're practically inseparable now."

"I know that look. You still don't like him?"

"No, and I don't know why. It makes me feel bad, he's been nothing but nice and I can tell he really likes Deb. There's just something. Am I crazy? My gut tells me he's no good."

"If your gut tells you something's off, go with your gut. That doesn't mean something bad will happen though."

"I know. And I'm worried too. My first serious boyfriend, I ended up married to for almost half my life. I've been really thinking about everything I went through with him, and I'm afraid her view of relationships is tainted, you know?

I don't want her to end up like me. Being stuck in a situation she might not be able to get out of."

"I hadn't even thought about that. I hate to say it, but it can happen."

"I know. It's just as likely to happen to her."

"But, Deb's a smart girl. I'm sure she knows the difference between a healthy and an unhealthy relationship. She can recognize the signs if she's in one."

"Yeah, I think you're right. I hope you're right."

"Not to toot my own horn, but I usually am. And how about you and Alex? Have you heard from him lately?"

"Here and there, we've been talking a little more often."

"Glad to hear it, Bea, really."

If Allie's honest, the thought of Bea going out with Alex is killing her on the inside. She's just a touch jealous that he gets to take her out and make her feel as special as she deserves. Maybe she's wrong to feel this way, but here she is, feeling this way.

She finds herself wondering about her luck, or lack thereof, in the romance department lately. She had a chance with Sara, but that completely blew up in her face. And now Bea, the person who she's most interested in, is unavailable.

She thinks the universe must be playing a cruel trick on her. The person she wants, she can't have.

But even with how she feels about the situation, she'll support Bea and whatever happens with her and Alex. It doesn't mean she has to like it, but she'll do it. What kind of friend would she be if she didn't?

"Hey, did you tell Deb about him?"

"I did."

"And what does she think?"

"She was excited for me. She wanted to meet him to judge if he's good for me or not. I told her no."

"No?"

"Not yet, anyway. It's not that I don't want her to, but I just don't want to bring a man into her life if it's nothing more than a date or two. Does that make sense?"

"That makes perfect sense. He knows about her though?"

"Of course he does. Like I don't talk about her constantly?"

"True. But you really don't think it'll be more than a date or two with him?"

"Don't know. I'll just see how the first one goes."

"I'm sure it'll go great."

"Hopefully."

"You don't think it will?"

"I've been having some doubts."

"Like what?"

"Mostly all the baggage I bring to the table. I feel like he won't be able to handle it and go running for the hills. He'll see I'm more effort than I'm worth, find someone with less strings attached."

"If that happens, not saying it will, but if it does, then he's not the right person for you."

"Maybe not. But if he can't see past that and everything I put up with, do you think anybody could? In the future, I mean, if I meet someone."

I could is the first thing that comes to mind for Allie to say. She holds that thought though.

"I think so. I know so, actually. There's a person out there who will be able to. And they'll see that being with you is worth any and all effort it might take. I really hope you find that person, because if anyone deserves it, it's you."

Bea doesn't really know how to respond to that. Their food arrives, saving her from having to come up with a response.

They take a break from talking to dig into their respective meals. As they eat, they also await word from Franky on how her proposal went. Tonight happens to be the night she's asking Bridget the all-important question.

"She should have called by now."

Allie checks the time on her phone for the umpteenth time, tapping the screen as if that'll make Franky call any sooner.

"You sound worried."

"I'm just a little nervous for her. Franky loves Bridget so much. I don't know what she would do without her."

"I'm sure everything's fine. Knowing Franky, she said yes and they're busy celebrating, if you know what I mean."

"Yeah, probably. Wanna bet on it?"

"How about the loser buys the next round?"

"You're on."

As if she knew they were talking about her, Franky calls Allie just a few minutes later. She answers, putting the phone on speaker to let Bea listen in.

"Speak of the devil, I've been waiting for you to call. So? How did it go?"

"Um, where are you right now?"

"I'm with Bea, we're at The Alibi."

"I'm coming to get a drink. I'll be there soon."

"Is everything okay?"

"I'll just tell you when I get there. See you in a bit."

Allie ends the call, her stomach in knots, "That doesn't sound good."

"No, it doesn't. You don't think Bridget actually said no, do you?"

"I have no idea. I can't see why she would, she loves Franky."

After a short while, Franky walks into the building. Shoulders slumped, the usual light in her eyes no longer present. She spots Bea and Allie, smiles a smile that doesn't really seem genuine and heads their way.

She takes a seat, sitting silently and drumming her fingers on the table. She looks quite dejected, it makes Allie's stomach sink all the more. Bea sends a look of concern Allie's way, getting the same in return. Allie puts a hand on top of Franky's, stopping her fingers from moving.

"Hey, what happened? Did it go okay?"

"It went fucking awful, Allie. She freaked out after I asked her. She said we should've talked about it more seriously, she just wasn't ready yet. She said something about not seeing us together five years from now.

She said she thinks we need some space to figure this out. And you know what space means, I bet she'll break things off. Fuck, I knew I should've waited. It was too soon for that," Franky sighs heavily, crossing her arms on the table and laying her head down on top of them.

Bea puts a comforting hand on her shoulder, "I'm so sorry."

With her head down on the table, Franky begins laughing hysterically. Bea and Allie look at each other, trying to decide if they should join in or leave her be.

Franky gets herself under control and she picks her head up, grinning madly, "You know the worst part about it all?"

"What?"

"I'm just fucking with you guys."

It doesn't register right away what she's saying. Bea and Allie share a look of confusion.

"She said yes, you idiots."

Glares from both of them are all Franky receives in return.

"Are you serious?"

Allie punches her hard on the arm, "You jerk. Why would you joke about something like that?"

Franky clutches her arm, wincing, "I probably deserved that. So worth it though, you should have seen your faces. God, I should be an actress or something. That was hilarious."

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. Where is Bridget then?"

"She'll be back, she had to run home to get a change of clothes."

"How come?"

"We, ah, got a bit carried away with celebrating. I may have ripped her dress. So, which one of you lovely ladies is gonna buy me a drink to celebrate my special night?"

"First round is on me, I guess. I lost the bet."

"What did you bet on?"

"The reason for you calling so late. Bea said you were 'celebrating'."

"Aww, you know me so well."

Allie goes up to the bar, leaving Bea and Franky to visit. While there, she strikes up a conversation with a woman sitting at one of the bar stools.

Franky notices right away how often Bea keeps looking Allie's way. If she didn't know any better, she'd think Bea's a little jealous that Allie's talking to someone. Interesting.

"So, what's new with you, Red? Haven't seen you in a while. Hey."

She pokes Bea on the arm to get her attention.

"Sorry about that. What's new? Um, the salon has been pretty swamped so I've been pretty busy with that. The trial is coming up soon."

"End of next week, right?"

"Yeah."

"How's it looking?"

"It's looking good. But I'm really nervous about it. I just have this worry that things are gonna go wrong somehow. That he'll get off easy."

"That won't happen. Everything will work out just fine. I know it will."

"Thanks. But other than that, and other than working my ass off, not much is new for me."

"Not true," Allie chimes in, setting their drinks on the table, "Our friend here is going on a date."

Franky pats Bea on the back in congratulations, "Hey, good for you! Atta girl, getting yourself out there. Who's this person unfortunate enough to score a date with you?"

"Unfortunate? Ouch, that hurts."

"Just kidding. They're very lucky, you're a real catch."

"Am I now?"

"Oh yeah. You have a great personality, and with your looks on top of that, shit, Red, you got it all. I'm surprised they're not lining up to ask you out. You know, if I wasn't engaged, I'd be in that line."

"And I'd turn you down."

"And I'd go right to the back and try my luck again."

"Persistent, aren't you?"

"Yup. Now, what's this person's name?"

"Alex."

"Alex. Hold up, that could be a woman's name. Oh my, have you joined the team?"

"Not yet."

"Yet, she says. So it's a possibility?"

"I'm not gay, Franky."

"If I had a dollar for every time I heard that, I'd have like…" she trails off, thinking in her head, "Yeah, I'd have like six dollars. But seriously, I'm happy for you."

"Thanks."

"Where's he taking you? Better be somewhere fancy, you're worth it."

"It's nothing special, we're just getting a drink. There's a bar he likes to go to."

"Now, the most important question, are you gonna give it up?"

"Give what up?"

"Oh, my sweet, innocent Red. Do I really need to spell it out? Starts with a p, ends with a y?"

Bea thinks for a moment, her eyes go wide when it clicks, "Oh my god, Franky. No, I'm not doing that."

"No? But what if he's a real panty-dropper? Then what are you gonna do?"

"Nothing. That won't happen."

"Are you sure? A good lay could be just what you need."

"That's the last thing I need. Or want."

"Huh. Why's that?"

"It's..."

Sensing Bea's discomfort with this conversation, Allie steps in, "Lay off, Franky."

"Just one sec. You're telling me you don't like sex, Red? Seriously? Let's get into that."

"I'd really rather not."

"Come on, don't be a prude."

"I'm not. I just don't want to talk about it."

"Isn't that the definition of one?"

"Fine. Why do you think I'm not into sex? You know the kind of man I was married to, do you think maybe it wasn't the most pleasant experience for me?"

"Are you saying he..."

"Yes. Can we drop it now?"

Bea's phone rings, she's never been more grateful to get a call from Deb. She excuses herself from the table to answer the well-timed call.

Allie turns to Franky once Bea's out of earshot, "Why did you have to push the issue? You couldn't tell she was uncomfortable?"

"I feel like a jerk now. But it's not like I knew. I thought she was just weird about sex in general. Think she's pissed at me?"

"Don't know."

"I hope not. So, what do you think about Red going out with Alex?"

"I think it's a good thing. I'm happy for her."

"Are you really?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"You seem a little jealous to me."

"I'm not."

"It's okay if you are. I mean, I guess I don't blame you. I'd probably feel the same if I was in your position."

"Fine, I'm woman enough to admit that it sucks a little that she's not into me. But like I said, I'm not jealous. Even if I was, it'd probably be wrong of me. She can date whoever she wants to."

Franky doesn't exactly buy it, but she doesn't press any further.

"Deb told me to tell you congratulations," Bea says when she comes back a few minutes later, retaking her seat.

"Tell her thanks. And, look, what I said, I'm sorry. I should've dropped the subject sooner."

"It's fine. Sorry for snapping at you."

"I probably would have done the same thing. Still friends?"

"Of course we are. It'll take a lot more than that to make me not want to be your friend."

"Good to know. Now, why don't you give me the details on Alex? And maybe I won't say anything stupid."

Bea does just that, telling Franky what she had told Allie about Alex. Bridget finally shows up to the bar, all smiles when she walks through the door.

"There she is, the woman of the hour," Allie announces. She starts a slow clap, Bea joins her.

Bridget does a mock bow once she's at the table, "Hello ladies."

"I'm so happy for you," Allie says, pulling Bridget in for a tight hug before sitting back down.

Bridget grabs a seat, sitting next to Franky and kissing her cheek, "I'll have to get my dress fixed, thanks to you."

"Didn't have time to mess with the zipper, my love."

After Franky recounts how the proposal went and congratulations are given, and after a round of celebratory shots are taken, Bridget shows off the shiny new piece of jewelry that adorns her finger.

The drinks start flowing and an hour quickly passes by. Allie turns her attention to the door after a group of people enters the building, seeing a familiar face in said group. She gets Bea's attention by tapping her on the shoulder.

"Hey, you'll never guess who just walked in."

"Who?"

Allie nods her head towards the group, Bea sees Alex among them.

"Huh. I didn't expect to see him here."

"You should go say hi."

"Oh, I don't know."

"Don't be shy, we won't embarrass you. Too bad."

"I'll wait, he looks busy with his friends."

"Suit yourself."

Bea doesn't need to say hi, as Alex spots her a short ten minutes later. He heads for the bathroom, stopping by the table to talk to her on his way back. While Bea talks to Alex, Allie sees Franky look up at him, do a double-take, then lean over and whisper something to Bridget.

"I know," Bridget answers, just above an audible whisper.

Franky clenches her fist tightly in her lap, Bridget puts a hand on her knee to seemingly try and calm her down. This reaction doesn't sit well with Allie.

She sets that aside for now, turning to greet Alex. Bea introduces him to the rest of the table as well.

It's subtle, but Allie notices a hesitation from him when he's introduced to Franky. He offers her congratulations on the engagement, getting only a curt "thanks" in return.

After making a fair amount of small talk with him, Allie offers Alex a seat at their table. He politely declines.

"I would, but I should get back to my friends. Maybe another time. Bea, are we still on for this weekend?"

"Yeah, I'll see you then."

"Great, have a nice night, beautiful."

Once he walks away, Allie leans close to Bea, "He seems nice. And there's no doubt he's into you."

"Maybe so. Hey, Franky, do you know Alex from somewhere?"

"No, why do you ask?"

"You just looked like you recognized him."

"I thought I did, he just looks like someone I know. My mistake."

Bea seems to buy it, but Allie doesn't at all. She can tell the story doesn't end there, and she wants to know sooner or later. Her suspicion grows even further after that short interaction with Alex, when Franky's demeanor takes a change.

She's less talkative, giving short answers to any and all questions Allie and Bea ask her. On two occasions, Allie catches her glaring daggers Alex's way.

Twenty minutes later, Franky is still silently fuming. It seems to get worse with the more she drinks. Wanting to get to the bottom of her attitude change before Bea notices too, Allie stands from the table.

"Franky, I need to run to the bathroom. Come with me?"

"You're a big girl, you can go alone."

"Just do it, please."

"What for? Do I need to hold your hand?"

Allie doesn't respond with words, she pulls Franky by the ear, causing her to stand up.

"Jesus, Allie. I'm coming, fuck sakes."

Franky reluctantly follows her into the bathroom.

"What's going on with you? Why are you acting so weird?"

"I'm not. Nothing's going on."

"Don't lie to me. Since Alex came over, you've been off. And the glares you're sending at him? What's up?"

"That's the guy Red's supposed to go out with? How in the hell does she know him?"

"He's her client, she cuts his hair. What's the big deal? Do you know him?"

"Yeah, I know him."

"And how?"

"Do you remember the night I brought Deb home with me?"

"After you ran into her at that concert."

"Right. Alex was there that night."

"Okay, and?"

"What happened to Deb while she was there? You remember?"

"Yeah, some guy put his hands on her. Oh... oh, shit. No way, he's the guy?"

Franky simply nods her head.

"You're sure?"

"Absolutely. I never forget a face, you know that. And you didn't see how he barely even looked at me? He knows I know who he is."

"What are the odds? Bea won't be happy to hear that."

"No shit."

"And you're positive?"

"Yes, Allie. Gidge recognized him too. And I know for a fact Deb would remember."

"What now?"

"I definitely can't let this slide."

"I can't either."

"We gotta tell her. She needs to know before they go out."

"Right now? While he's here? That can't go well."

"Sooner than later is better, don't you think?"

"What if she doesn't believe us?"

"That's why I've held my tongue so far. Let's hope she's level-headed."

"Okay. Wait for me. When I get out of here, we'll tell her. And please, don't make a scene."

"I won't."

Franky leaves, Allie wonders how they're going to break the news to Bea. She would really hate to take a possible source of happiness away from Bea, but she cares about her too much to not say anything.

"Franky, what's up with you?" Bea asks her when she comes back.

"What do you mean?"

"Come on, don't act like you haven't been short with me. And I saw you glaring daggers at Alex. What's your problem?"

She doesn't mean to sound so hostile, but she certainly comes off that way.

"My problem?" Franky scoffs, Bea's tone isn't one she appreciates.

"My problem is that Alex likes to prey on young girls."

If her face is anything to go on, that's the last thing Bea was expecting Franky to say.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You remember the guy that gave Deb a hard time at the concert I saw her at?"

"Yeah."

"It's him."

"What? No, no way. You're lying."

"I'm not. I wouldn't lie to you, I have no reason to. You don't have to believe me, but it's true. Gidget can back me up, she saw what happened that night too."

Bridget nods slowly, "It's true, Bea. I recognized him as soon as he came over."

"Franky, is this another one of your jokes?"

"No."

"And you're sure it's him, you're not mistaken?"

"A hundred percent, I never forget a face. Ask Deb if you need to, surely you'd believe your own daughter?"

Allie walks out of the bathroom, the scene she sees at the table is not ideal. Franky and Bea, in what seems like a heated discussion. She starts towards them, just reaching the table when Bea stands up.

"Bea, where are you going?"

Bea doesn't respond, brushing past Allie and making a bee-line for Alex. She steps right into the middle of him and his friends, saying something in his ear and leading him outside.