Our First Night in WeHo

Though the shades were drawn securely, the early morning sun shone in the darkened room causing the blonde to stir and cover her head. Now was not the time to wake up. She stayed in that position for a least 20 minutes before the shrill shriek of the alarm clock yanked her from her slumber. Tina heard the alarm clock from the kitchen and knew that Grace had a habit of hitting the snooze and falling asleep. But today being the day for her interview, she believe now was not the time to toy around with time. She walked into Graces room to find her friend frantically looking for the machine causing the racket. When she fell on the ground, she looked up to find her best friend standing above her, smirking.

“TK,” She started looking about the room frantically, “Where the ***** is the alarm clock?”

Tina slowly made her way to the dresser across the room and shut it off, the smirk never leaving her face.

“What the ***** is it doing over there?”

“I moved it last night before we went out. I knew that you would just hit the snooze button as soon as it went off. So I was just helping you out.”

“Thanks a bunch.” She answered before falling face down back on to the bed.

“Grace, sweetie, wake up.” Tina says nudging her friend.

“What, Tina dammit, I need to sleep.”

“No, you need to get up and get ready for your interview that starts in about a hour.” She said in her best motherly tone.

“What?!” She screams, realizing that she has places to be and not a lot of time to get there.

“Yeah, now cmon get up.”

“Ok, Im up. Im up.” She says yawning and rubbing her sleepy eyes with something she didnt know she held in her hand. She held them up and realized that they were underwear.

“Um, TK, whose big ***** granny panties are these?”

“Well, if I recall correctly, Id say they were yours.” She says smiling an even bigger smile than before.

“Oh.” She responds inspecting them. “So they are.” As she rises out of bed and makes her way to her dresser she pauses and turns back to Tina, whos walking back to the kitchen. “Hey Tina, why do I have them out and in my hand?”

“Dont know. I think youll have to ask her.” She says pointing again to the underwear.

When Grace inspects the popular garment closely, she notices a phone number, but no name scribbled on them with a silver magic marker. Her sleepy eyes twinkle as she looks at Tina. Tina looked carefully at her expectant friends eyes before answering her unspoken question.

“Sorry sweets, its not Bettes. Some random girl you brought home. She left about 20 minutes ago.” She hated to disappoint her smitten friend. “Cmon, get showered, breakfast will be ready when youre ready.”

“And youll tell me everything?”

“As much as I remember anyway.”

That causes Grace to smile wickedly. She thought that Tina just dismissed last night as her first crazy night in West Hollywood. But discovered that her compassionate friend had totally forgotten the things that she herself had gotten into at The Planet. Her roommate had to be dragged out of the club after enjoying what could be described as an R-rated drinking game with Alice and Shane. Tina catches the smile as Grace rushed pasted her to get to the bathroom.

“What, whats that smile?”

“Oh, nothing. Fix breakfast and Ill fill in the gaps for you love.”

“I dont know what youre talking about.” Tina yells toward the closed bathroom door. But as soon as she knows that Grace is out of sight, she pulls her pajama sleeve up exposing her an arm that is filled with girls phone numbers. Including the cell phone number of one Bette Porter.