“I think that would be cool,” said Julie moving around the room, her face an every changing tapestry of emotions.

            “How was Shane?” asked Quin, effectively changing the subject again.

            “Eh… ok,” said Julie with a shrug.  “Ok, more than ok, but…  I still don’t get it, why, when I wanted you, didn’t you let me have you?”

            Quin smiled, licking her lips and sitting on her guitar case, a watchful eye on the inquisitive Julie, “Because we click, right?”

            Julie nodded, giving a harsh Yeah? look to Quin.

            “I didn’t want you testing the waters with me, if you weren’t ready, I think you’ll be ready in a while, play the field is a great way to get used to being who you are, and then you can get back to me, after you’ve sowed your wild oats,” grinned Quin.

            “But, I don’t want to play, I’d rather be playing you like you play your guitar,” grumbled Julie honestly. 

            “You are like a kid in a candy store, we start something now, when you’re just realizing that you like women, you’re gonna stray and I don’t wanna be the one that’s hurt,” admitted Quin with a serious smile.

            Julia sat down next to Quin, hands on her knees, sighing and swallowing, “So you want me to go around, fuck whoever, date whoever, have lots of fun and be your friend too?  All the while, I’ll be wanting you, and not who I’m with?  You are one fucked up rich woman.”

            “No, I want you to go enjoy your life, I’ve got to admit…,” began Quin.  “My mom, and Helena, they don’t know… that… I prefer women.”

            Julie tossed her head back, laughing hard, “An you been giving me shit about finally getting my feelings straight, no pun intended, and you are in the fucking dyke closet?  Son of a bitch on a wagon from Canada, Christ you are to much, Quin.”

            “Not in the closet, just…,” started Quin with a smirk.  “I’ve been compared to my sister, Helena, all my life.  She had the wife, the kids, the career, and the lesbian admiration of my mother.  Just when I think I’m golden, I’ve got my music, I figure out I’m just like Helena, I’m a big bad raving dyke.”

            Julie laughed, her eyes finding Quin’s, “I’m not gonna out’cha, I just like ya a lot, and if it’s ok with you, if ya don’t wanna be fuck buddies, at least we can be friends.  But I’m tellin’ ya, I might not be looking to hook up with half of West Hollywood,” snorted Julie. 

            “Whatever floats your boat,” smiled Quin patting Julie’s leg.

            “Ah!” snapped Julie, slapping away Quin’s hand.  “I don’t want no one thinking you got anything for me, hands off, guitar woman.”

            Quin rolled her eyes, getting up off the guitar case, reaching over and helping Julie up.  “As you wish, m’Lady,” said Quin in a deadpan accent exactly like Helena’s.

            “That was eerie,” pointed Julie.  “Don’t do it again.  I don’t like Helena all that much, thank ya.”

            Quin simply smiled, picking up the guitar case and she and Julie exited the small club, both of them casting wayward glances at each other.