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    Rhymes With Looker (1)

    It had been a long day, and Bette eventually made her way past the crowd and sat at the bar, waving the bartender over. "Scotch on the rocks." She held out the money, and the man took it with a smile. She, however, was far too exhausted to smile.

    Once the drink slid over her way she nodded in acceptance and welcomed it with warm lips. What a wonderful first sip it was.

    "Are you a lesbian?" Bette nearly spit out her drink, but turned to the soft voice with an incredulous smile. She couldn’t have heard that right.

    "Excuse me?" she started, having nearly choked on the strong liquor. When she turned, the corner of her mouth lifted. The woman was beautiful. Strange, perhaps, but beautiful nonetheless. She looked on in amusement, wondering what she would say next.

    "This is a gay bar, right?" the girl asked, looking around.

    Bette quirked a brow, bringing the glass back to her lips. There was something that drew her in to the blond immediately, and she was beginning to let it settle. It was a nice feeling, and a nice vision before her eyes. A sweet, hourglass figure closely fitted with a tight, short dress, and nice long boots.

    She quickly decided to give in to this girl’s odd conversation, "Yes, it is."

    "Oh, well good then," she continued, holding out her hand, "I’m … Felicia."

    Bette could tell by the way the girl had looked up and paused that she had made up the name, and for pure entertainment value, she decided to call her on it. "No you’re not." She took another sip of her drink as the girl stood a bit shocked that someone would call her bluff. "Would you care to try another name?"

    "Uhh …"

    Bette smiled again as she brought the glass to her lips. Perhaps this night wouldn’t be so uneventful afterall. If she had been this entertained at any other point this evening, she surely would have gone straight back to the hotel and slept well with exhaustion.

    "It’s uh …" the girl started, looking out to a pattern that caught her attention, "Plaid … er."

    "Plaider?" Bette smirked. ‘That’s cute. Let her roll with that,’ she thought evilly, motioning to the chair at her side. "Take a seat, Plaider." She turned back to the bar, setting her scotch down with a smile as the girl let herself up. She wasn’t really sure what to say to the quirky blond, and as it turned out, she didn’t have to try.

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    Comments

    1. hahahahaha, this chapter had me in stitches.. the should I or should I not was a amazing dilemna and Tina’s utter innocence was intriguing. Can’t wait to see where you’re going with this story so thanks and PPVS! =))

    2. Hi GrindRight, Brilliant beginning as Bette stepped in to protect Tina from the pirhannas that had surrounded her.This story has much potential to see how a relationship between these gals develops.More please and it is my new must read.Your Loyal Fan.

    3. Honestly grindright you’re so freaking incredible I’ve read so many of your fics over and over and they are just everything you write them so perfectly you’re so creative my friend just told me to read this one and I honestly am already hooked

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