She parked the car and walked over to the bar. It was at the moment she noticed it was raining. So she ran to the bar. She hated when her hair got all frizzy because of the rain.

She was surprised to see that the bar was full of women. There were women all over the place: chatting, drinking, dancing, and making out. Bette had walked into a gay bar, and as usual with gay bars, it didn’t take long for the brunette beauty to get hit on. After politely declining, Bette made her way to the bar to order the strongest scotch the place has to offer.

“Scotch on the rocks please,” Bette said waving at the woman who was reaching up to grab some bottle of alcohol from a shelf, “make it a double.”

“Coming right up,” the bartender said. Her Italian accent was thick, and the recognition for Bette was instantaneous.

She snapped her head up and said, “Marina?”

Marina turned around in shock and exclaimed, “Bette! Oh my God, I didn’t think I’d see you here! What are you doing in New York?”

“Tina, Angie, and I live here now,” Bette explained.

“Wow, I never thought you two would leave LA you know with the gang over there and your house and your jobs,” Marina said tapping another bartender to take her shift and walking around the bar to sit beside Bette.

“Well our friends were being to fucking nosy and throwing all their problems on our shoulders,” Bette said, “I mean Tina and I had been broken up for almost three years! I didn’t want to lose her again and all the pressure was putting a strain on us.”