The pink glow out front of Milk beckoned Bette and I as we walked from the car to the club.  There was only a short line out front so we wouldn’t be waiting long to get in.  I checked out the front door situation.  Negative strike to getting in:  the bouncer was checking IDs.  Positive strike:  it was a was a very butch, but still very female bouncer checking said IDs.  As we moved to the door, I turned on the charm a bit, smiled and flashed the eyes as we approached.  And then the part that sealed the deal.

“Good evening.  How’s your night so far?”

The bouncer did a double-take.  “Um, pretty good.  Yours?”

I smiled, “Good.  Hey, it’s a good thing its not raining or anything.  You should have a good nice night to sit out front.  Will you be working inside as well tonight?”

She smiled faintly, “Yeah, eventually.”

I nodded, “Well, maybe I’ll see you in there.”

She nodded, and motioned for us to enter, “Perhaps.”

As I stepped into the doorway, I turned around and made eye contact, “Have a good night regardless.”

We walked in and Bette slapped my arm lightly, “What was that all about?  She didn’t even ask for your ID!”

I smiled, “Like I said, it’s never been a problem.  Sometimes all it takes is a friendly face and someone to just acknowledge you…”

Bette giggled, “I think I could learn a few things from you.”

I wiggled my eyebrows playfully, “You have no idea…”

We headed to the bar and ordered drinks.  Then we turned around to scope the place out.  Bette was looking for her friends, I was checking the scenery out, and man was there scenery.  Less than a minute at the bar and a cute brunette came up to me.

“Hi!  I haven’t seen you here before.”

I smiled, “I haven’t been here before.”

She took a step towards me, “Would you like to dance?”

I raised my full beer, “Maybe a bit later, I just got here and would like to have a drink first.”

The brunette nodded, “Well, maybe I’ll see you around later then.”