Just then, the show host leapt up onto the stage and put the microphone up to her lips. “Hello all you fine women out there! Are we all ready for the celebrity of the night?” She yelled as the audience let their excitement be known. “Alright everyone, give it up for Kit Porter!”

            “Who’s Kit Porter?” Tina nudged Alice over the cheering of the audience.

            Alice waved her off and she began to cheer as Kit Porter came to the stage. “I’m going to go to the bathroom,” Tina said matter-of-factly, giving her drink to Alice to hold and starting towards the back corner of the bar. As she maneuvered around the crowd in the center, she kept her eyes on the main event.

            “This one goes out to my baby sis, who made time in her busy schedule to be here to support me tonight!” Kit exclaimed as she gestured towards her sister and the spotlight moved to shine on her. Tina looked away too soon to notice the smiling woman engulfed in the bright light, and as Kit’s first song began, Tina ducked to her right to enter the restroom.

            Locking herself in a small center stall, she allowed herself to take a deep breath and lean against the cold metal partition. She was feeling a little buzzed, but not as buzzed as she would’ve liked to be given the situation. Putting a cool hand on her forehead, she tried to pull it together. Just one night, she thought to herself. She didn’t know exactly why it made her so uncomfortable when women hit on her, especially because when men tried it, they were usually much more lewd and handsy. However, given her expectations for the night, Milk was proving to be not so bad. Looking around the stall, she figured she might as well go to the bathroom while she was there, before she had to deal with a line later.

            Exiting the restroom, Tina paused, looking down to readjust her dress again as a few women behind her took a moment to appreciate the sight. When she brought her head up again and began moving forward, she was abruptly stopped by a slender arm that appeared in front of her face and shot out to rest against the wall. A tall dark haired woman dressed in an exquisite and expensive blue dress leaned in, sandwiching Tina between herself and the wall. “I haven’t seen you here before,” she smiled, unable to disguise her distinctly British accent. “What’s your name?”