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Weho Days - part 1 - A Night at The Planet by halfofone
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Kept asking if Bette really was my girlfriend or if I had hired her. She worked up this crazy fantasy that Bette was an unsuccessful actress working for an escort agency."
"I never knew you and Bette had dated."
"For six whole weeks until Bette decided to agree with my mother that a relationship with me was unthinkable."
"Alice it wasn't like that."
"It was exactly like that."
Bette shook her head but she had obviously been thinking about Helena's earlier disclosures. "So you knew of me before I came to see you about the Peabody grant."
"Yes," Helena replied tersely. She didn't seem to be going to elaborate. Bette's eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"You didn't make that clear at the time."
"It didn't seem relevant."
"It seems relevant to me."
"Helena! Bette! To hell with the past! Remember? Jeez I don't know who is the biggest pain in the ass. Alright Bette it's your turn now we've picked up our jaws off the floor. Who do you think is the hottest woman here?"
Bette gave in and surveyed the room for a couple of seconds. "Over there by the door. Blonde just came in with a man."
"Damn right! Yep she's definitely sizzling and I don't know her."
Helena looked at the blonde critically. "She's straight."
"Are you sure?"
On cue the blonde draped her arms around her male companion.
"She's curious," Bette stated.
"How on earth can you know that?"
"Situational evidence."
Bette's companions did not seem any wiser.
"I don't think that two middle-class white people fresh from OC came here tonight for the music, so one of them wanted to see the inside of a lesbian club. Furthermore she looks nervous, so unless you believe she's hanging all over the boyfriend in order to protect him from the dangerous advances of a bunch of dykes then either she doesn't want to clue in Mr America that she's considering switch-hitting or she's afraid a big scary lesbian might call her bluff."
Helena laughed. "That is utterly preposterous! It's just as likely that hubby has persuaded her to come inside because he fantasises about having a threesome and thinks they might find a willing woman here."
Bette shook her head. "Would you like proof?"
"How much have you had to drink Porter?"
"Just enough Alice."
Bette removed her jacket, revealing her staggeringly beautiful arms and shoulders. She handed the jacket to Alice and stood up. As she did, the blonde across the room caught the movement and looked their way. Bette met the woman's glance and smiled. The unfortunate woman all but swooned. Her male friend appeared flustered too.
"Okay you've proved your point Sherlock," Helena admitted grudgingly but Bette didn't hear since she was already three steps away, zeroing in on the target. "You never know when to stop," murmured the Briton, watching Bette stalk her petrified prey. A muffled sob from beside her brought Helena's attention back to the table.
"This is all wrong," Alice whined, her eyes filling with tears. "It should be Tina. I can't watch this. It hurts." She clutched at Helena hiding her face against the Briton's shoulder, pressing into the perfectly tailored cloth.
Helena held her. "It's okay love, don't cry, especially not on the suit. You said yourself she had to get back on the horse."
"Yes but that doesn't mean she has to gallop off into the sunset with the first straight blonde to fall at her feet. It's all so fucked up: Dana, Shane, Bette and Tina, Me, all fucked up."
Helena was still watching Bette over the top of Alice's head. The confident sinuous advance abruptly stopped and Bette stood uncertainly, her hands clenching. Since there seemed to be no external reason for the halt, Helena concluded that Bette must be having second thoughts. Her deduction was apparently correct as Bette turned around on a dime and headed back towards the table.
"Hey Ali," Helena shook Alice gently and whispered in her ear. "You can stop grieving, Porter has returned to us." Alice lifted a teary face for a moment and then put it back on the Brit's shoulder.
"'m comfortable here," she slurred.
Helena smiled and kissed the top of Alice's head.
"A bad idea on so many levels" Bette muttered as she flopped back in her chair.
"Thanks."
"I don't mean you. That." She jerked her head in the direction of the now offended looking blonde woman. "The last person I need is another confused bisexual. Actually I am probably the last person she needs either."
"Probably. I might introduce myself later if she stays around though."
"Be my guest and thank you."
Helena raised her eyebrows in question.
"For helping me and for being a good friend to Alice. God knows she needs one."
"You think I helped you because of Alice."
"I can't think of another reason; by the way, hurt her and I'll come looking for you."
"I'm not going to hurt Alice."
"Tha's gooj to know," mumbled Alice. "I'm still here you guys." Her head lolled precariously on Helena's shoulder until the Briton shifted slightly to hold her more comfortably. Alice snorted happily and snuggled deeper.
"She's getting a crush on you," Bette mouthed almost silently.
"Just a little one," said Helena gently and ruffled the blonde hair eliciting a sleepy grunt. She added very quietly "I won't let it go too far. In any case I think Lara is the one for her once they have had some time apart. It's all too raw at the moment."
Bette shook her head. "Lara? That's a little too weird even for lesbians."
"Maybe.
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