“I’m kind of thirsty” Tina said.

“Yeah, yeah ok”

“Bette can you get me a soda?” Tina asked.

“Yeah, let me just…” Bette looked, only a minute left. “Now?” She asked.

“I’m parched.” Tina said, “You know what never mind, I’ll go”

“No, no I’ll go” Bette said eyes still on the game. “You want it right now?”

“Please, I’m really thirsty Bette.” Bette looked annoyed, but went anyway.

“No ice Bette!” Tina yelled after her.

Bette came to buy the drinks and was met with an old guy. “Hi, can I have a small coke, no ice.” Bette said hurriedly. The old man walked slowly to get the drink. “You want ice?” He asked her.

“No, no ice thanks.” Bette said watching the small television wishing the guy will hurry up. The old man came to her with a glass “Oh, you wanted small?” he asked.

“I want that one, the one you’re holding.” Bette said.

“You know if you’ll add 20 cent you can get a larger one.”

“No, I want that one. Thank you” Bette said taking the glass leaving money “Keep the change” She said and started to run back to the game.

Bette gave Tina the drink. “Thanks!” Tina said drinking.

“Come on!!! Watch the clock!” Bette yelled.

“Bette, it’s not diet.” Tina said. Bette looked at her like she was a manic. “What?” Bette asked.

“It’s not diet, please Bette I’m so thirsty!” Tina begged. Bette looked at the clock, 30 seconds. ‘Fuck!’ she thought.

“Alright, alright” Bette muttered walking back to get Tina another soda.

“With a lime!” Tina yelled after her, drinking her soda the minute Bette was out of sight. Bette ran to the Cafeteria, hoping to catch the last seconds on the small TV screen. As she ran she heard the crowd cheers. “Sprewell for the win… And yes ladies and gentlemen’s the Knick win the game!” Bette got right in time to see everyone cheering on the TV screen.

She and Tina were walking out, Tina was holding her hand gushing about the game. “I’ve never seen a more exciting game-ending play before.” Tina said excitedly.