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    Intercept(ed) [Valentine’s Day Challenge]

    She was in her car, nearly arriving at The Planet before something in her rose up and refused to accept defeat. She imagined the smug and knowing glances exchanged by her friends and sister if she showed up after all. It would be a silent admission that they were right in their relentless matchmaking. They might even redouble their efforts. It simply wouldn’t do.

    All she wanted was a drink… and to get away from the silence of her house. She didn’t have to go to The Planet for that.

    She drove past the turn that would have taken her to The Planet and formulated a plan. James had told her about this new bar downtown. She would go there, have a drink or two, and see some different faces for a change. Maybe she would get quietly sloshed and have to get a cab back home.

    At a red light she surreptitiously used her iPhone to get directions and drove on to The Intercept.

    It was a sleek, post-modern building with a line of young people out front, a bouncer and an old-fashioned red velvet rope in front. Bette handed her keys over to the valet and walked right up to the red velvet rope like she expected it to disappear, and it did. Before she went inside she heard two girls near the front of the line talking. “Hey, isn’t that that actress from Flashdance? You know, that 80s movie?” Bette rolled her eyes, wishing she had a dollar for every time she’d heard that one.

    She went inside and headed straight for the bar and sat down on a hard metal stool. The décor was decidedly minimalist, but nice. Instead of annoying electronic music or hip-hop, the sound system played the kind of music you might have heard in a speakeasy once upon a time. Bette thought it was quaint.

    A bartender approached and Bette asked for a gin and tonic. Before Bette could take a sip of her drink, she heard a voice behind her.

    “Hey, babe. This seat taken?”

    Bette turned slightly on her stool and saw a tall woman with shoulder-length curly red hair. Her first thought was of Botticelli, but Bette dismissed that notion as soon as it came into her head. Botticelli angels didn’t leer the way this woman did.

    Comments

    1. Sweet! No grasping, sweaty encounters in the bar bathroom. No hook up. Nice development and denouement. A lovely substitutionary romance for us, the lovelorn readers: Bette and Tina 4EVA! Somebody, tell us where we can get the bumpersticker! Thank you for the Valentine treat!

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