They stepped up towards the burly bouncer standing guard outside the short red carpet that was roped off by a velvet rope.

“Bette Porter,” Bette said crisply, as he looked at them approaching, with an appreciative stare.

“Oui, mademoiselle,” he consulted a clipboard, then responded, and stepped aside to let then through.

The boat was rocking, and people were dancing on the wooden floor that was the center of party action.

Whoa! Whoooo! Bette exulted over the pounding beat, pulling a surprised Tina in with her.

They jumped into the crowd, dancing and hopping along with them to the beat of house music.  Then they faced each other, allowing the crowd, the music, and the happiness of the day lift their sense of elation higher, and higher, and higher.

After a couple of songs, Bette mouthed to Tina, ”Do you want to grab a drink and sit for a bit?” The blonde’s face was flushed pink with excitement.

Tina nodded. Yes, she needed a drink to cool off, in more ways than one. The energy of the spontaneous dance party on the river was exciting her, but the sight of her date, and her smooth, sensuous moves on the dance floor was heating her up even more.  The brunette’s still-stunning outfit that clung to her in all the right places was also giving Tina fits. She loved seeing the dancing side of Bette, though, and made a mental note to take her dancing once in a while when they got back to LA.  Meanwhile, she was smiling at Bette, thinking about how well the day, and night, were turning out to be.

Bette pointed out a private table marked ”reserved” that was set up away from the crowd. They walked over, and as Tina sat, Bette bent to tell Tina she was getting drinks. She gave Tina a kiss before turning to the bar.

A few minutes later a handsome man walked over to their table, and bent down to talk to the blonde. ”She your girlfriend?” he asked tossing his head in Bette’s direction. They both turned to look at Bette, whose bare, sexy back was facing them.  He whistled, and looked back at Tina, who was nodding her head, a challenging smile played across her lips.

”You’re hot, too.  You’re a hot couple…”

Bette was returning to their table, drinks in hand, when she saw the guy hunched over the table talking to Tina.