“Thanks, you too.” Harper gives her a ***** smile.

Dana walks away giving Harper one last look over her shoulder. Naturally she bumps into someone and feels like the world’s biggest loser. Harper just laughs to herself about the way her night is working out.

***

11:05 and no Alice. Harper can’t help but feel a little bruise building on her ego. The crowd at the bar has lessened so she makes her way over in hopes of finding a seat. One is vacated as she reaches the bar and she quickly makes her way onto it. She leans her elbows on the bar, flagging down the bartender.

“Corona.” She says loud enough to be heard.

“I thought you weren’t going to drink tonight.” Dana says looking up at Harper.

Harper turns and sees the klutzy brunette. “Hey.” She says with a big smile. “Well, yeah that was the plan. But now that I think I’ve been stood up I would like to have a drink.” Harper lays a ten dollar bill on the bar and sits down on the stool.

“That sucks. If it makes you feel any better I got stood up, but with a courtesy call on my way over.” Dana says looking a little down as she takes a sip of her drink.

“Ouch. I don’t know what’s worse.” Harper says.

Dana sees the bartender coming back with the beer. “Wait! Wait! Wait!” She grabs Harper’s money off the bar and hands it back to her. “I owe you a beer.” She pulls cash from her tight jeans pocket and hands it to the bartender.

Harper just smiles at Dana who now appears to be a little tipsy.

“You remind me a little of a friend of mine.” Dana says staring at her.

“Is that good or bad?”

“Good. She’s a good person. She’s a total Player though.” Dana doesn’t always know when to stop talking.

“Oh, so you think that I am a Player?” Harper is intrigued by this woman’s first impression.

“No, no… you … well you could be… I don’t know you. But no, you guys just have the same kind of style. And you both have these low ***** voices.” Dana can feel herself blush.

“Well thank you, I think.”