“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.

feeling helpless crossed Lance’s eyes. He

up with you!” Bettie

grabbed her wrist, seeking clarity. “So, I’m just leftovers

seemed that he had heard her

free, Bettie said,

that, she walked off briskly, giving him no chance

steps were unsteady,

remained still, his gaze fixed intently on her behind his

cornered him in a

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