“Maybe,” is Kit’s response as she clicks the remote to the all jazz station.

Tasha turns, “No maybes about it.  Tomorrow, 8:30.  See you then.”  And with that she and Bette bid Kit a goodnight.

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“What’s with Tasha tonight?”  Shane asks Bette when Tasha went to the bar for the next round. 

Bette looks at Shane then towards the bar, “I don’t know Shane.  She was kind of quiet in the car.” 

“She hasn’t said anything?”  Shane too watches as Tasha interacts with the cute bartender before turning back to Bette.  “It’s not something with her mom is it?”  For Tasha being a lesbian is only second to being Jeffrey Dahmer.  Well, according to her religiously zealous mother anyway. 

“I really don’t know anything Shane.  She was ok on the phone earlier though.” 

“You bitches better not be talking about me!” Tasha warns as she sets the tray of beers and shots down. 

“No, of course not,” Shane answers smiling.  “We were actually discussing the political climate of Southern New Zealand’s indigenous farmers and steel plant workers.”  Tasha looks from Shane to Bette who is barely containing a smile.

“You…are…stupid!” Tasha emphasizes each word with a poke to Shane’s bony shoulder.  “And you need to put on some weight.” 

“If we all ate like you Tash, we’d be 300 pounds.  Besides…”  Shane eyes a cute Latina walking past their table, “…I’ve never had any complaints.  Umm, guys I’ll be right back.”  Shane licks her lips and walks in the direction of the sexy brown haired beauty. 

“Some things never change,” Tasha mumbles, shaking her head. 

“Apparently, some things do” Bette returns.

Tasha looks up, “What are you talking about?”

Bette grins, “I’m talking about Jessie at the bar giving you rhythm for days and you didn’t even bite.  I’m talking about every other single or unhappily attached female in this club giving you the eye and you sitting here like you’re blind.  What’s up?” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”  When Bette looked at Tasha like she just grew three heads, she added, “I’m just tired I guess.  Don’t you get tired of the same faces week after week?”   Bette sat back and looked around as if contemplating what she just heard.  When her eyes connected with those of a stunning redhead that she noticed the week before, she replied, “Uhhhhhh…no.”  Tasha’s eyes followed Bette’s and she sighed loudly. 

She stood, placed a few bills on the table and said, “Look, I’m out.  Take the car; I’ll grab a cab home, ok?” 

Bette sobered a little, “You sure?  Really, are you ok Tasha?” 

“Yeah, I’m good.  Just pick me up tomorrow morning and I’ll ride you home.  Oh, and her name is Lara and she’s a nice girl.”

Bette looked at her friend.  Raising her eyebrows, she asked, “Did you…?”

Smiling, Tasha said, “No, I just asked around.  Be nice, okay?” 

Bette sat back, looking incredulous.  “Who me?!?” 

“Especially you!”  Tasha kissed Bette on the cheek, “Call me when you’re on you’re way, ok?” 

Bette’s eyes were connected with those of the redhead when she answered almost too quietly to be heard, “Yeah, I’ll call you.” 

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