Lifting her eyebrow questioningly she looked from the athletic woman to the obvious ***** club with pink flamingoes dancing on it.  No one isuntil the are.  She gave the woman a toothy grin. 

I just need my keys  Once again the woman pointed at the club in utter annoyance. 

Well go get them.

I cant go int.t.there!  She threw her muscular arms up in frustration. 

If you cant go in there, than how did your keys find there way in there?  Shane had become increasingly curious of the woman groaning before her.

I meanI cant goback in there. 

Why not?  The lanky dark haired woman asked a smile forming on her lips.

I just cantIdont want herto see me  The young woman mumbled in defeat.

Shane nodded understandingly.  This chicks ex must be in therewell maybe if I help her out with her situation, than she could help me with mine.  Ill go get them for you.  Where are they?

The woman studied Shane briefly before grinning sheepishly.  I left them in a booth toward the back, the one with the small tear in it.

Nodding at the woman, Shane backed her way into the club.  She gave the nervous brunette a wink and turned into the club and disappeared behind the doors.  Weaving thru the small crowd, Shane grinned and nodded at the various women, finding the booth and noticed that it was occupied by a small woman with long blonde hair.  She scanned the table quickly and spotted a set of keys with a tennis racquet keychain.  Looking up she smiled at the blonde who was staring curiously at her.  I forgot my keys.  Shane took the keys from the table without even removing her eyes from the green ones staring back at her. 

I see that.  The tan woman smiled and placed her hand over Shanes.  We could go somewhere that doesnt require your keys. 

Maybe later, my friend is waiting outside.  She leaned in to the blondes ear her breaths warmth sending shivers up the short woman. 

The lady gripped Shanes hand and briskly wrote her number on it, she closed the fingers and looked into her green eyes.  Call me anytime.