“I’LL go with you,” Sabrina said.

“No need, I’ve got it,” Bettie responded, letting out a hiccup, and staggered off to the restroom.

Lance, facing away from the bathroom door, was gazing out the window.

The sound of footsteps made him turn. The Light reflecting off his glasses momentarily blinded. “Bettie.”

“Enjoying the aroma here, are we?” Bettie mocked.

She had always been mean.

Lance’s eyes. He moved closer and remarked, “I was

catching up with you!”

her wrist, seeking clarity.

he had

free, Bettie said,

walked off briskly, giving him no chance to

were unsteady, making her wobble

fixed intently on her behind his glasses,

cornered him in a

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