Before she finished a quarter of her drink, a pretty Latina woman with gorgeous eyes asked Bette to dance. Candace, Bette thought immediately and didnt answer the question.

Hellooooo, would you like to dance? persisted the young woman.

Oh, sorry, not just now, thanks. I just walked in the door, answered Bette with a smile.

No kidding, laughed the young woman as she walked away.

Bette finished her drink quickly and went for a refill. The bartender delivered a perfect Tanqueray and tonic, with a lemon, before Bette had a chance to order it.

Its from her, the bartender discretely nodded her head in the direction of the far end of the bar where a tall, lean, very athletic-looking woman with piercing hazel eyes and gently spiked blonde hair was sitting.

Bette accepted the drink with a smile and another nod in the direction of the young beauty. She returned to her original perch and continued her aimless survey of the room when she felt someone come up very close to her.

Would you like to dance? asked the blond woman directly into Bettes ear. Bette was startled momentarily because the woman was as tall as, and perhaps even a bit taller than Bette, an unusual circumstance for a 5 foot, 11 inch woman. Bette detected an accent of some sort, but was not able to decipher it amidst the loud music and the louder voices and laughter surrounding her. She decided not to try to be heard, but simply put down her drink and allowed the blonde to take her by the hand onto the dance floor.

The two women danced like a contest was taking place. Each woman performing for the other, and, not so incidentally, for all those around them. Bette was an excellent dancer, but usually preferred to talk and socialize, just dancing the slow dances with Tina, but tonight she wanted to move, to sweat, and to feel the eyes on her body.

Tatiana, said the woman into Bettes ear.

What? asked Bette.

My name is Tatiana.

Oh, Im Elizabeth, said Bette.

Nice to meet you Elizabeth, said Tatiana as she leaned in and kissed Bette on the lips.