“Have you…ever been to a gay bar?” Bette smiled and said, “Are you trying to ask me something?” Seeing Tina stumble for the words, she decided to let her off the hook. “Yes, I’ve been to many gay bars before and they’re nothing special, believe me.”

Tina tucked her hair behind her ear. “Then, take me.”

Bette was convincing the bouncer to let Tina in and as Tina walked through the curtain, she gasped. Men were standing around the bar, some in leather, some dramatically effeminate; a piano was playing, and they all screamed out show tunes from the tops of their lungs. To the side was a pool table that seemed to be the meeting point for what few women the place held. Bette touched her on the shoulder and walking her toward an empty table by the window, said, “Now what does the sweet sixteen year old want to drink?”

Bette placed the martini in front of Tina and began to laugh. “Are you sure you want that martini, because I can get you something…a little less harsh.”

“I like martini’s” Tina said, taking a sip. “So, where are all the women?” Bette looked around and said, “There really aren’t many ‘girl’ bars around. Why? Do you prefer an all girl bar?”

“No, this is fine, I was just wondering,” Tina said, reaching her hand across the table, and draping it over Bette’s wrist. Pulling her arm away, Bette said, “Do you like to dance,” and delighted as Tina lit up and said, “Yes, very much.”

“Because they have a dance floor downstairs. When your done with your drink we can…” Tina swallowed down the martini in one gulp and said, “I’m ready now, let’s go.”

Bette walked Tina out to the dance floor and held her hands tight as they danced about. She twirled her around in front of her before Tina stepped forward and buried her face in Bette’s neck. “You smell so good,” said Tina. Bette became lost in the moment and closing her eyes, rested her closed mouth on Tina’s shoulder. “So do you.” They swayed back and forth for what felt like a life time; Bette, holding onto her, Tina, exploring Bette’s back with her hands.