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Intercept(ed) [Valentine’s Day Challenge]
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“It is, actually. I’m waiting for my girlfriend.”
“Not a problem for me,” the woman said, smiling and revealing perfectly straight, white teeth. “Twice the fun.”
Bette was immediately annoyed at her presumption. “Well, it’s a problem for me,” she retorted, her voice cold.
“Haven’t I seen you somewhere before?” The red head sat down on the stool next to Bette and crossed her legs. “Never mind, I know I have; I never forget a face.”
“Too bad,” Bette said rudely. “If you had, I might have been able to enjoy my drink in peace.”
“I know,” the red head snapped her manicured fingers. “The Save the Arts benefit last month.”
Bette shrugged. “So?”
“Lacey, right? Your name?”
“Do I look like a Lacey? No.”
The redhead, undeterred, sized Bette up with her smoky green eyes. “Then tell me what your name is.”
Bette sighed heavily. “Look. Let’s make this really simple. I’m not interested. Not at all. I just came here for a quick drink.”
The redhead didn’t take the hint, and instead placed a hand on Bette’s thigh and leaned closer. Bette could smell the alcohol on her breath and realized that this obnoxious woman was at least halfway to being drunk. “Oh, I understand the appeal of ex-expediency,” the woman slurred her words slightly. “You see, I just came here for a quick –”
“Alex?”
Bette turned her head and saw a pretty blonde standing behind them, holding a handbag and a large Martini, looking at them with what Bette thought was amusement mixed with annoyance.
“You left me sitting at our table to come over to the bar and flirt with someone else?” The blonde’s gaze flicked over Bette. Their eyes met and Bette looked away.
“You were being a bore,” Alex sniffed at her date.
“Because you wanted a quickie in the bathroom and I shot you down?” The other woman scoffed. “You’re just as predictable than everyone said you were, Alex. And an even more embarrassing drunk.”
“No more predictable than you are, honey. Trying so hard to shed those rust belt mannerisms and make it in the big city, hm? I don’t have the patience to lead you on a guided tour out of the closet.” Alex pulled a face. “You’re a bit too fresh off the farm for me, honey. And I just can’t stand the smell of horse manure.”
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Love your story,amazing as always.Please continue writing.
looooovvveeeee your story very mutch amazing!!!
You should totally consider continuing this story!
Wonderful story, you are such a good writer. Another story please?
Loved it! Happy Valentine’s Day.
Nicely done! Where will this lead to?
Absolutely wonderful. Thank you.
LOVED IT! You should consider continuing the story, its been a while since we’ve had a an “alternate beginning for B & T.
I’m glad Bette put herself out there. I loved it. I would totally like you to continue this if you can. Thank you :)
perfectly marvellous!!!
What a special story. You really made me miss Dana and how adorable she could be. Thank you for sharing.
I think this should be continued!
L o v e l y !!
The end? I think not; the beginning…
Well done. Thank you – if you feel like writing more that would be great.
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!
That was great! I liked the “flashdance” reference lol. I agree, this can’t be the end! Hope you do more with this! :)
This is good and like it, please continue, thanks!
Nice and fresh Tibette start