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    Intercept(ed) [Valentine’s Day Challenge]

    What happened next seemed to take place in slow motion. The blonde’s face flushed with embarrassment and something akin to anger, and Bette saw too late that she was going to fling her Martini at Alex, but the redhead also realized this and moved out of the way. Bette shut her eyes at the last split second and was doused right in the face.

    She gasped and instinctively stood up, wiping her eyes with the backs of her hands. When she opened them again, Alex was laughing and sauntering away, and the bartender and the blonde woman were fussing over Bette, trying to dry her off with napkins.

    “I’m so sorry,” the blonde was babbling, dabbing at Bette with a sodden napkin. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to hit you!”

    “Forget it,” Bette muttered. She snatched her handbag off the bar and pushed her way through the crowd to the bathroom. She reeled off some paper towels and tried to undo the damage, drying her hair and wiping off her smudged makeup. Just as she finished re-applying her lipstick and was gathering her dignity to escape the bar and walk past all the people who had seen her take a drink to the face, the bathroom door opened and the blonde stumbled in, spotting Bette and stammering another apology.

    “It’s not your fault,” Bette interrupted wearily. “I know you didn’t mean it. I blame myself for coming out tonight. I should have known better. Your girlfriend is kind of a bitch, by the way.”

    “She’s not my girlfriend,” the other woman said emphatically. “I was going to leave, actually, when I saw her with you. I just had to say something.” She shook her head. “I should have just left. I’m never going on another date set up by my well-meaning but not entirely capable friends. She was a nightmare. Not my type at all, actually.” Her eyes met Bette’s again and held them before she looked away.

    Bette smiled ruefully, looking at the blonde more closely. She was pretty, very pretty. And she seemed sincerely apologetic. Bette felt her anger slipping away. “I’ve definitely been there,” Bette said. “I have well-meaning friends too, you see. I came to this bar trying to avoid them and their matchmaking ways, actually. They were determined to throw women at me all night.”

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    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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