Deciding to give Alice the royal
ice queen treatment, Dana turned her attention back to the flirty girl. She
wracked her brain, trying to remember the girl’s name, she was sure Alice told her
earlier. She offered her hand in greeting.

“You must be… Shane, right? I’m—”

“*****’ *****.” Shane offered, sporting a smartassed
look on her face, as she shook Dana’s hand.

Alice, who watched the exchange as she walked up behind
Shane, was NOT happy.

“Hey,” She said to the brunette, but was met
with a look she didn’t expect – Dana’s smile disappeared when she looked at her
and was replaced by pissed-thinned lips.

“Hey.” Dana responded, not wanting to look
rude in front of Shane.

“You look nice.” Since she had no idea why
Dana was upset, Alice didn’t want
to be rude either. And she meant what she said. When she heard Shane’s comment
earlier, the first thought in her head was, “damn straight, she looks
*****’ *****!” Alice had a
feeling that Dana, who tried to act straight as a board and failed miserably,
was actually ***** but is still in the midst of awkward transition and
acceptance. Alice knew what
that felt like and, while she thought the brunette was admittedly at the top of
the hot-scale, she decided she wouldn’t take advantage of her. No, she’d be
what Dana needed most right now, a friend who could understand and support what
she was going through.

That’s not to say that it prevented her from glaring at
Shane though.

“Wanna go?” Just before all three jumped into Dana’s
car, Alice turned to
Shane and said loudly so Dana could hear, “oh, and Shane, you might wanna refer
to little-miss-brunette over there as ‘Dana’ for the rest of the night. Some
girls might get confused who you’re referring to with ‘***** *****’.”

Dana turned the key on the ignition and sighed, letting
her breath out in a quiet huff that neither Shane nor Alice could see, unable
to stop herself from thinking that this was gonna be a very, very
interesting night out at the Grind.

——————-

//Unh-huh This my *****…//

The three girls walked into the strobe-lighted club with
the sounds of Gwen Stefani’s “Holla Back Girl” blasting from the speakers and
the sight of oh-so-***** girls on the dance-floor, the numbers of which seemed
too many to count, in the midst of doing oh-so-***** dances that neither Alice,
Dana, or even Shane could stop from salivating. It was only 9:30, and already the club’s vibe was on
Friday night party mode!