Tina and Bette arrived at the club and the music was already creeping into her body’s movements. They went to the bar and Tina ordered some bubble gum shots. Surely this would keep her awake along with her driving anxiety. They each had three , when the glasses were slammed back down onto the bar Tina grabbed Bette’s hand and raised it high leading her out onto the dance floor. She felt the pounding of the drums instantly take control of her hips and felt the horns vibrating through her skin and immediately she became enslaved by the rhythm. Tina closed her eyes and let the music take full control of her body, she spun so fast it made her happily dizzy. And in the midst of the dancing she felt a little bit more of herself coming back to her. Long gone were the days when all she and Bette did at night was dance, drink and laugh.

Bette danced and felt Tina’s long built up inhibitions slip away with every sinuous move of her hips. She knew the music invaded her body and was the result of the loose smiles and heavenly movements. Tina drew random people towards her and she danced with each one of them. Not caring what or who was coming next, she needed this, she wanted to be free within herself again. Bette finished dancing with one woman and saw that Tina had her eyes closed and her head thrown back letting the rhythm undulate her hips drawing more attention than she knew. She went over to the bar and ordered a drink for herself and one for Tina.

“Two beautiful’s please.“ She drank her poison slow and let her eyes move with Tina’s body. She stared at her as though she was trying to penetrate the mind that seemed so complex and closed these days. Every stroke of her own hands snaking up her thighs and around her torso and then finally raking through her hair as she spun with the beat. Few people tried to tame her movements to gain access into her mental sanctity but they failed to interrupt her. Bette grabbed Tina’s drink as she slowly walked over to her, Tina had her back to her and she didn’t see her confident swagger. Bette could feel the waves of heat coming off of her body as she still moved with her arms nestled in her hair. Her hips seemed to dismantle the drums and grab hold of the beat for herself.