Bette’s mouth dropped open as she neared the woman, drink still in hand. She stood, waiting to be noticed, while she sipped the potent alcohol. It burned her mouth but warmed her throat.

Tina waited at the bar, tapping her fingers nervously on the countertop. Sure the server at the hotel had recommended this place secretly to her, but it wasn’t what she had imagined. It frightened her, trying out this new side of herself. Sure she had realized her attraction to women, but this all seemed so shallow. So many women oggling her, and one directly behind her. She rolled her eyes and finished off her mixed drink before turning around. "Yes?"

Bette let the realization set in, a smug grin settling onto her lips.

"Bette?!" Tina asked, nearly breathless. Bette was witnessing her appearance at a lesbian club – she would never hear the end of this. "What … are you doing … here?"

"Here?" Bette smiled, crossing her arms over her chest. "I think it’s quite clear why I’m here, Tina. This is a lezzy place after all. Question is …"

"I … didn’t know," Tina stuttered, trying to maintain her composure.

"All these women dancing together and making out …"

Tina got up and directed her eyes at the floor. She didn’t know what to do, what to say. Suddenly, her heart was beating in her ears, and all of the rambling around her was too loud. She looked up at Bette, and was relieved when she was met with a simple smile.

"Come on," Bette said as invitation, holding one hand out to her. "If you’re at a lesbian club, might as well dance with a lesbian, right? Isn’t that what you came here for?"

"Yeah, but you’re … you," Tina teased, biting back her wicked smile.

"Sometimes I just wanna throw you off the hotel roof," Bette said warmly, pulling Tina in a little closer, "But then I think … who would I compete with then?"

Tina was thankful for the strange ease in tension, and rolled her eyes as she warmed to her dance partner slightly. "Who would insult me into a deep depression of self-doubt and repressed anxiety?"

"Aww," Bette chuckled, resting one hand on Tina’s hip and the other against the woman’s side. Her outfit was smooth, and Bette’s hand was immediately met with the warmth of Tina’s skin. Both of their temperatures were rising, and quickly. However, it was easier to joke their way out of true emotions.