“Are you going to drink that?”  Dana asked, then she snapped her mouth shut and turned away from Jo who looked at her with a cool stare.

“What are you doing here?  You don’t come here.  This isn’t your scene.”  Jo stated, turning on the stool and facing Dana who was pale.  Jo rested her head on her hand, a perfect picture of angelic mischief.

The soft sound of whipping could be heard, the methodical beat of flesh being punished, teased and pleased at the tip of leather.  Dana heard it all, but fought some inner demon that urged her to indulge in that play again.

“I.  I can come here.”  Dana said, she poured another shot and slammed it down her throat before she could think.  Another grimace and a smile from Jo as she felt her face soften. 

“Why are you here?”  Dana shot back and Jo cocked a blonde eyebrow,

“I own the place.”  Jo answered and Dana snorted at the answer.

“Like that is an excuse.”  Jo’s mouth worked, but no sound came out she just decided to let Dana win this one.  Instead she poured Dana another drink and mentally urged her to drink up.  And Dana did just that.

~*~*~*~*~*

“Where do you live?”  Jo was asking, looking for a purse and finding none.  Jo tried to get into the pockets of her pants, but had only succeeded in getting her hand slapped.  A grimace on Jo’s face as she wondered just how she had gotten herself into this predicament.

Dana was drunk and stumbling around the LNF, she’d walked into one of the frosted rooms and had tried to manhandle a young male sub.  Jo had quickly yanked the doors open, the room turning from dark to light as she did.  Frosted glass turning crystal and she’d done her best to steer Dana out of the room without having to put her over her shoulder.

Jo had pulled her away and threatened to do just that, hoist her over her shoulder and slap her as she played Tarzan and Dana would be her Jane.  Jo too had been drinking but she wasn’t drunk.  She was feeling the dull effects of the alcohol but nothing more than a steady buzz in her brain.  Blocking out whatever visions might have been brimming on her horizon.