They disentangled at the first knock on the bathroom door. Tina's eyes widened and Bette laughed. "Fuck" Tina breathed out.

"Not exactly." Bette muttered the words and received a chastening look from Tina.

"Hey," she said.

"Hey what?"

"Stop acting frustrated."

Bette laughed. "I'm not acting!"

Tina threw her another glance of disapproval before opening the door and smiling widely at the woman in front of her. "Sorry about that," she said, before grabbing Bette's hand and pulling her into the blue-black light of the bar, which was beginning to fill up. Tina glanced at her watch. Almost 4:00. Thank god she didn't have to work tonight. But she did have things to do, including Bette if she could squeeze her in.

Bette, who she came face to face with as she turned on a dime. Bette, who smiled down at her, surprised at the sudden proximity. "Are we going to make out again?" she whispered suggestively.

Tina laughed and even blushed a bit, stepping back slightly to make room for clear thoughts. "I have some things I have to do later."

"How much later?" Bette's forehead creased slightly. She planned on finishing this back in the room and didn't like the suggestion that she might not be able to.

"Later later," Tina said, brushing hair from her eyes, giving Bette a shy glance. "But I should make a couple calls, try to keep everything free and easy."

"Free and easy," Bette said the words over, noting how out of place they sounded in the context of her and Tina. In the context of everything that had transpired so far.

"Yeah, I don't want to be worrying about other things while we're" Tina looked to Bette for help but didn't receive any. "Y'know, while we're." She smiled.

"While we're?"

"While we're in your room." Tina smiled again. "Watching the snow fall." She broke eye contact to glance out the front window. Yes, still snowing. Thank god.

Bette's eyes were agleam. "Right, ok." She continued to stare mischievously at Tina, who rolled her eyes.

"Can you get our bags from boytoy?" she asked flippantly. Bette had handed them to him before they retreated to the bathroom, counting on his attention to all things Bette-related, and he hadn't disappointed.

"Sure." Bette looked over and met the eyes of the young man, who was behind the bar watching them, trying to interpret their closeness, which seemed a little too close to be unconnected to their joint trip to the bathroom. He smiled knowingly and Bette smiled back, brushing against Tina on her way towards him. Tina groaned inwardly, screwing her face into another classic frown. That guy is so full of it. Damn.

Blow it off, Tina. She wants you.

Bette made a swift there and back, handing Tina the small canvas bag wherein rested her phone, her wallet, and her keys. Flipping the phone open, Tina frowned again, this time at the 10 missed calls. "Fuck," she said, and Bette looked up.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing except I've been AWOL."

"Yeah, me too," said Bette as she looked down at her own phone, scrolling past four calls from Alice, one from Shane, three from her office, and one from her contact at the DIA, where she'd been the day before. She'd blown off everyone and didn't relish coming up with an explanation. Especially when she didn't have one.

"Who's looking for you?" Tina asked hesitantly, feeling strangely threatened by the phone calls from Bette's actual life, in contrast to this unreal one they'd been inhabiting.

"Work, friends." She flipped hers closed and decided to put off the calls until later. "You?"

Tina said nothing at first, not sure how to answer. "Umyeah, the same."

"Don't tell me your job is looking for you?" The look on Bette's face was disturbed. "Are you supposed to work tonight? Please tell me you're not."

"I'm not."

"Is that true?"

"Yes." Tina smiled at her solicitousness. "But I do need to return some of these. Will you wait for me?"

Their drinks sat unfinished at the small table near the front, and Bette looked that way. "Over there?"

"Yeah," Tina said, smiling again, enjoying the sensation of bestowing smile after smile upon this beautiful woman who was hers for at least a little while. "I won't be long, I promise."

"Ok," Bette said. "I'll be"

"Over there," Tina finished.

They exchanged looks of mutual appreciation as the boy looked on, wondering suddenly whether they were together. They definitely seemed like something other than friends. Every movement loaded. He couldn't stop staring, until Tina caught him and returned a look of fire. Bette saw Tina's eyes turn bright and cold, and followed them behind her to the boy.

"Tina, geez," she said, laughing. "Stop already."

Despite Bette's vow to wait at the table, she reached for Tina's hand and pulled her into a loose hug. Tina submitted, but kept her eyes trained on the boy, who failed under her gaze and quickly went back to his job. "Are you always this jealous?" Bette whispered against her.

"Does it matter?" Tina asked back, aware of the looks they were getting, though nothing was necessarily odd about two women exchanging a hug. But she herself felt the heat of it, and Bette in her ear was dangerous to her senses.

As if feeling her anxiety, Bette released her.