Arching an eyebrow and staring at Alice who was grinning hugely, Helena
looked to the bar where Jenny was getting their drinks then back to the
blonde. “You mean to tell me that Jenny, whom I’ve had many long
conversations analyzing the works of Jean-Paul Sartre and Sylvia Plath,
enjoys this music?” asked Helena in disbelieving and sardonic tones.

“It’s funny!” Alice exclaimed, whapping playfully at Helena. “DJ Sera
celebrates bad dance music. That’s the whole point of her, you know?
She’s mocking the kind of music she herself makes. It’s kind of cool,
don’t you think?”

Her eyebrow moving slightly higher, Helena tilted her head and
considered the song lyrics. Currently an unnamed man was busy talking
over the lyrics trying to explain to another man why the song was
worthy of appearing on his album.

“I’m horny… horny, horny, horny.”



“You see that Matt? They’re singing horny horny horny, but it’s actually a metaphor for being horny, it’s genius.”



“So horny. Horny, horny, horny. I’m horny… horny, horny, horny.”

“Darling, this song truly is positively moronic,” chuckled Helena,
leaning across the table to put their faces centimeters apart. “And
yes,” she drawled, moving closer to whisper in Alice’s ear. “I do see
the entertainment value in such things.”

Grinning from ear to ear, Alice pulled back to look into Helena’s blue
eyes that twinkled with amusement. “We can come back then? Because I
sort of like it here and I’ve missed trolling the clubs,” Alice
confessed a little sheepishly.

“Whenever you should choose I will accompany you,” murmured Helena,
smiling softly and pushing a stray lock of hair behind Alice’s ear to
cup her cheek.

“Even with all the moronic songs?” asked Alice teasingly.

“Even with that,” Helena chuckled, reaching down to squeeze Alice’s
hand tenderly then sitting up straight to regain her full height as she
turned to greet Jenny who just returned with their drinks. “Thank you,
Jenny,” she said, smiling warmly and taking her vodka tonic from the
skinny brunette. “Now that you’ve returned perhaps you both might care
to enlighten me as to what exactly this soap opera of yours does
pertain to.”

Immediately Alice and Jenny formed eager expressions and moved closer
to Helena. “We got bored waiting for you and we could only dance so
much, right?” Alice began.

“And I told Alice we should people watch to pass the time, like we were
told to do countless times in our various writing classes,” Jenny
continued the explanation.