“What’s your name?”

“Justine.”

“I’m Shane.”

“I know.” Justine, the blonde says. “I’ve seen you around.”

“You wanna drink?”

Justine just nods her head. Shane turns to the bartender and orders a beer.

“Thanks.” Justine says sipping the beer Shane hands her.

Shane says nothing, she just uses her eyes to keep the girl interested. She’s found the less you say the harder they try.

“So you here alone?” Justine asks.

“With friends.” Another trick, short and simple answers.

“Yeah, me too.” Justine says looking around the room as if trying to find them.

Shane realizes that her brain is filling with thoughts of Harper. A sudden moment of near dread fills her when she thinks of Harper walking in the door. She tries to shake it off. “You having a good time?” Shane hopes that talking will clear the thoughts in her brain.

“Yeah, could be better though.” Justine says locking her green eyes on Shane’s.

“Oh yeah, tell me how.” Shane says leaning her arms on the bar behind her.

Justine presses her body against Shane’s and caresses her shoulders. “We could be doing a lot more then talking.” Justine moves in and begins kissing Shane’s neck.

Much to her own surprise Shane reaches up and pulls Justine away from her neck. “I’m sorry I just saw my friends walk out the door. I have to go.” She knows her excuse sounds lame but before Justine can say anything Shane is making her way to the door.

***

“Oh my God she is going to be so pissed.” Greg says standing in front of the silk screen press.

“Yeah, this is not good.” Maggie says examining the broken down machine. “Not good at all.”

Harper appears and knows she is about to hear something she doesn’t want to. “What’s up?”

“The press is down.” Greg says.

“You are ***** joking.” Harper tries to keep her cool.

“I so wish I were. It made this loud pop and then stopped.”

“When did this happen?”

“Just now.” Greg says.

Maggie is inspecting the motor. “I think the motor’s burned out. I’ll go call.”

“Thanks.” Harper says as Maggie walks away.

“This is really ***** bad G. We don’t have time for this.”

“I know. Listen, Maggie and I will handle this. You have enough to worry about right now. We’ll keep you posted.” Greg rubs her back.