"Quit worrying and go have fun," Tina insisted, picking up a royal blue cluth in her hands. "I intend to do the same. It’s a vacation, Bette."

"Fine," Bette said, backing out the door with a smile to cover her disappointment. Tina had been on her mind all day, and now she was frustrated that her co-worker didn’t feel the same. Now she remembered why she had been so deep in her denial of any feelings for Tina. "Be safe."

She hated that she enjoyed the way Tina rolled her eyes, and left the room before her feelings could become truly obvious. "Fuck you too," Bette mumbled under her breath with a smile.

After getting a bit lost on the way to a gay and lesbian mixed bar the server had recommended earlier, Bette paid and got out of the taxi. She was surprised by the club’s appealing exterior, and was equally satisfied once inside.

She couldn’t help but search for one particular look, and smiled when she found it. Curly blond hair just resting on the woman’s shoulders gave Bette a tingle, and she walked up to the stranger. Her name wasn’t Tina, but Bette could allow herself to fantasize about this woman’s body. It wasn’t off limits the way Tina’s was.

In a matter of moments, the woman agreed to a dance, but Bette couldn’t invest herself properly. It didn’t feel right because it wasn’t Tina, and she understood that fact genuinely for the first time. She could feel her body’s desire for Tina, and the truth of it all threw her off after a couple of songs. She had to excuse herself, and made her way back to the bar.

"Scotch, here I come," she whispered to herself, cutting through the crowd with ease. Not that she was paying attention, but most glances were directed her way. She was quite a sight herself, in her burgundy V-neck dress. A powerful femme on the move.

The bartender came along quickly, and was pouring her drink when she noticed another blond at the door. ‘God, are there going to be look-alikes everywhere I go?’ she thought with annoyance, giving the bartender a smile along with her money. When she walked from the bar, something brought her eyes back to that blond – it was lips. Tina’s lips.