Fenny marched back into her hotel room. Greg was buttoning his shirt.

“Did you manage to talk to her?” he asked.

“No Greg, in fact I’ll be lucky if I ever get to talk to her again,” Fenny spat.

“God I’m sorry. I don’t even remember a thing about last night,” Greg sighed.

“Seriously?” Fenny said, slightly shocked.

“Yeah, I was wasted,” Greg breathed. “How much of a fucking ejiminmit am I?”

“Just as much as Brad, I imagine,” Fenny said sharply.

“Did she tell you?” Greg gasped.

“About Brad’s engagement? Oh yes, she told me,” Fenny hissed.

“Man have we fucked up,” Greg huffed as he sat on the edge of the bed.

“Big time,” Fenny sighed as she joined him. “Why did you come here?” she added.

“I was wasted, I can’t remember,” Greg replied

“You said some pretty intense stuff,” Fenny announced.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure I didn’t mean a word of it,” Greg mused.

They fell silent, staring at the patches on the carpet.

“So do you love her?” Fenny asked.

“Now what type of question is that?” Greg asked.

“I’m serious. Do you?” she asked more firmly.

“Gina and I are…” Greg began.

“Just good friends,” Fenny finished. “I know, you both keep saying that and I’m sick of hearing it. Just admit it for Christ’s sake,” she snapped as she got to her feet.

“There’s nothing to admit to,” Greg insisted.

“Greg, she’s gone back to her apartment in tears, don’t you care?” Fenny spat.

“Of course I care,” Greg hissed.

“Then admit it,” Fenny demanded.

“Ok, I love her,” Greg snapped.

“Then why are you still here?” Fenny asked.

Greg gave her a fierce look and then stormed out of the hotel room.

Fenny closed her eyes and let out a deep breath. When she opened them, the pain of knowing Brad was engaged to ‘that woman‘ was finally released. She grabbed the vase of silk flowers and threw it against the wall. The vase smashed and the flowers scattered across the floor. She walked over to the closet and pulled out her travel bag and began to pack her stuff. She had to get out of LA, and the sooner the better.

Gina was curled up on her couch, cuddling a fluffy cushion and sobbing. She felt betrayed, confused, and above all else, exceedingly pissed off. When she heard knocking at the door, she didn’t want to answer it. But the knocking didn’t abate. She hurriedly wiped the tears from her eyes before she opened the door.

“Gina, we need to talk,” Greg pleaded.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” Gina spat and tried to close the door. Greg pushed his way inside and Gina scowled furiously.

“Listen to me,” he demanded. “Lunch yesterday, with my wife, it was terrible. We argued the whole time. When I went to Fenny’s last night I was so wasted I don’t even remember fucking her. I’m an asshole, I know, and I’m more sorry than you can ever imagine. But the reason I got so wasted and so fucking demented, was because all I want is you.”

Gina looked blankly at Greg. She didn’t know whether to kick him to the curb or kiss him.

“You’re right, you are an asshole,” she said bluntly.

“God, what do I have to do for you to forgive me?” Greg sighed.

“There’s nothing you can do,” Gina replied, before she turned to head back to the couch. Greg grabbed Gina’s arm, spun her around and pulled her close. They stayed fixed in that position for several seconds, until Greg tilted Gina’s chin up and kissed her. She hungrily kissed him back as she gently ran her fingers through his hair.

When Gina and Greg parted, they were both a bit stunned by the magnitude of their one kiss, and they still hadn’t let go of each other.

“Promise me you’ll make up with Fen,” Greg breathed. “She needs a friend.”

“Only if you promise not to fuck anymore of my friends when you’re drunk out of your mind?” Gina mused.

“You don’t have any other friends,” Greg pointed out.

“Oh yeah,” Gina laughed.

Greg shook his head. “What am I gonna do with you?”

Gina arrived at the hotel to find Fenny coming out of her room with her now packed bag.

“Where are you going?” Gina asked.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting to see you,” Fenny said, shocked.

“I’m sorry about before. You were right, Greg and I aren’t dating and I had no right to get so shitty,” Gina announced.

“No, you had every right to get shitty. I should have turned Greg away last night,” Fenny said matter-of-factly.

“Yeah, you’re right. You should have,” Gina agreed.

“I’m such a stupid, hopeless, crappy friend,” Fenny sighed.

“True, but it’s what makes you unique,” Gina mused.

Fenny looked at her strangely. “Ok, now I’m confused? About an hour ago you were ready to rip out my jugular.”

“I’ve thought things through rationally and decided that I think I can forgive you,” Gina perked.

“You made up with Greg then,” Fenny stated, smiling wryly.

“Maybe,” Gina mused raising her eyebrow.

They looked at each other for a moment and then both burst out laughing.

“So where are you going?” Gina asked, after fighting off the giggles.

“Home. No reason to stay around here now,” Fenny said, her voice tinged with sadness.

“I suppose not,” Gina breathed. “When are you going?” she added.

“Soon as I get this in the car,” Fenny replied, looking at her bag.

“In that case, can we stop off at my apartment? I’m coming with you,” Gina perked.

“Are you serious?” Fenny gasped.

“Of course. You are in no fit state to drive alone,” Gina said pointedly.

“And what about that thing you have called a job?” Fenny scorned.

“No worries, I quit,” Gina smiled.

“You did what?” Fenny gasped.

“I quit. Sure it means I’ve only got two weeks before my VISA runs out, but I really don’t care anymore,” Gina mused.

“What about…?” Fenny began.

“Hence why I need to get away, gotta clear my head, man,” Gina sighed.

“Right, well let’s go,” Fenny perked.