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“Shit! I-I-I’m so sorry. Fuck! OMG, your shirt! It’s ruined!”
Bette jumped off the bar stool and made futile attempts to wipe the spilt wine off of her shirt with a bare hand. “Ooohh, that’s unexpectedly cold!” she exclaimed softly as torn jeans and power suit grabbed napkins to hand to her as she dabbed at the wetness spreading on her shirt.
“I’m so, so sorry!” power suit kept repeating as she and torn jeans fussed, asking repeatedly “Are you all right?” They’d both forgotten about their drinks, in the meantime, and the bartender had hustled over, wondering about the commotion going on at this end of the bar.
“Yeah, I’m all right, I’m all right,” Bette tried to assure them. With an ironic grimace she mock-threw up her hands at the futility of their efforts to dry the wine out and shrugged helplessly as she glanced up at all three who were still fussing over her. “What’s the use? Anyway, it’s just a shirt …”
“I’m so sorry! I can be so clumsy. I’m getting you another one …” power suit cut in, her voice a mix between insistent and apologetic.
“No, that’s ok, really,” Bette started to say, but torn jeans backed her friend’s offer up. “No, Emily’s right. We really should get you one …maybe from the Ralph Lauren shop outside, Em?”
“Yeah, good idea,” power suit nodded her head in quick agreement. She re-grabbed her drink first and tossed back half of it down her throat. She squeezed her eyes at the strength of it. “Woah! What a kick. Back in a sec!”
The exchange between the two friends had been so quick that Bette hadn’t had a chance to say anything.
She shook her head slightly at the sight of the power suit rapidly making her way out of the lounge, then glanced at torn jeans, who was still eyeing her wet shirt with a frown. “Hey, I’m really sorry we caused that…”
“You guys really didn’t need to …” Bette said, almost at the same time.
They both paused and grinned at each other.
Torn jeans introduced herself with a smile. “I’m Alie.”
Bette had to pause for a second to recall the name she’d just gotten used to calling herself.
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Hey skydancer,
It is so great you are back with another incredible story!
I am grateful to the someone who sent you the draft.
It is a fantastic first chapter and like Bette “There better be something worth running to at the end of all this.” But knowing you it will be worthy!
Great to see you back, skydancer. Love your vivid style of writing. Outstanding! Great hook to kick this off. You got some mad skills woman.
Big fan, Skydancer. Your work is always stunning…polished. You have a talent for creating such interesting characters. Looking forward to seeing where this leads.
Nice to have you back skydancer love your writing.
Hope you can give us a regular ‘fix’ particularly as this story has had such a great and enticing start.
Hey Sky, long time no post. I love the intrigue that you masterfully offer in your stories. Feel free to visit again soon.
Hello! Am glad the story is finding an audience. Was working on the next couple of chapters but am revising aspects of what’s going on, bec I think we’re not allowed to post sexy scenes. And you know how the Bette in my stories likes to play.
Let me know if you think this story continues to work!
Very interesting. Will read almost anything with Bette and Tina especially if there is little bit of intrigue and mystery. Thanks for posting.