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    Computers, Conferences and Kisses

    As Vince watched on,Tara’s hand slid slowly up Willows calf, tickling the back of her knee gently as the red-head went about resetting the computer.Willowclosed her eyes, trying to force them to focus on the task in hand, she looked down at Tara who was still piling bottles into the fridge and seemed unaware of the reaction she was having on the other woman.

    Vince grinned as he opened the hatch and walked the long way around the bar, his arms loaded with crates. “For gods sake!!” a loud voice boomed through the room making everyone jump, including Vince who dropped the crates noisily to the floor.

    Everyone turned to look towards the door and saw David standing, or rather filling the doorway, his hands on his hips. “You couldn’t move out the way?” he asked Tara, she blushed deeply, before she had a chance to respond, Willow jumped to her defence. “She’s ok there, besides, I’m all done.” She stepped back and smiled sweetly at the man who was eying the pair with a mixture of suspicion and confusion.

    Willow gathered her things and stepped out from behind the bar, leaving Tara flushed and grinning in front of the fridge. “Things look good.” She told David as she reached his side, “I don’t foresee anymore problems.” Taking his arm, she guided him from the room. With one final flash of a smile that made Tara fidget in place, the ravishing red-head was gone.

    Vince, who had returned the empty crates to the cellar took a seat on one of the stools at the bar and watched as Tara watched Willow leave. “Man, you got it bad for that one!” he said, making her jump slightly. She finished restocking the fridge and turned to face him. “Oh shut up!” she said, her cheeks and groin burning. “Shut up!” he mocked as she threw a cloth at him.

    “You don’t have time to be all lovesick anyway.” He told her, his voice matching the rolling of his eyes. “We have the cheese fest tomorrow night.”

     

    The Pink Party, or cheese fest, as it was known to the hotel employees was a celebration of all things tacky and cheesy. It had begun life as the after ‘Pride’ party held by the gay community but was now a regular party for everyone and anyone. The music was awful and many people would dress up in fancy dress or come in drag, it was a night were you could be as silly and crazy as you wanted with no repercussions.

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