“Come on, bitch, live a little!” Sarah said, nudging me in the ribs as she waved at the two girls. “Forget about your dick ex-husband, forget about his stupid fucking cunt girlfriend, and let your fucking hair down for a change.”
Sarah had a mouth on her like nobody else I knew. Tall and quick, but slender as a broomstick and an unrepentant and completely open lesbian, when bullies tried cowing her in high school her fists were of little use, so she learned to use her mouth instead, and she did it well.
“She’s actually pretty nice, …” I protested weakly as I sipped from my cranberry vodka.
“Apart from the homewrecking?” Sarah suggested as she gestured to the bartender for some jelly shooters.
“Obviously.” I said with a shrug.
Somehow Sarah had talked me into going out with her tonight, to The Pink Cavern, the town’s foremost lesbian bar. It was more of a club, really, and the bright lights and hopping music had a tendency to ensnare cruisers from Sorority Row who were either oblivious to what the place was, or looking for a thrill. Tonight was no different, and on the dance floor a small clump of coeds in short skirts were dancing along, strong drinks and handsy moves lavished on them by the regular clientele.