Bobby didn't know the city that well, in fact the last time he had visited New York City he was just child and couldn't even remember the reason he had been here...a family vacation? Maybe... This time he was here for business, and he had a few short hours to explore, have a few drinks and then head back to the hotel to catch some sleep before his 5am flight.
The concierge at his hotel had recommended that he head over to Soho, it was close and he would find "plenty of things to do."
Bobby decided he would walk the short distance so he could take in the scenery. It was busier he expected and he felt somehow displaced as he made his way through the various crowds of people. Feeling unsure and very ready for a nightcap Bobby headed towards a fluorescent blinking blue sign with the words "The Kitty Cat Bar" blaring out into the street. Good enough, he thinks ready to find himself away from the bustle. As he approached the bar he noticed several young good-looking men standing outside, cigarettes in hand, dressed as if they were going to a punk rock concert. What's with all the chains and piercings? He thought to himself.
Bobby showed his ID to the oversized doorman and made his way into the bar. He was impressed with the amount of people inside and slowly looked around taking in the activity around him. He suddenly realized he was not in an ordinary bar, these were not young men, these were women...these were lesbians. At this point there was not enough time to change locations and he was not in the mood to venture back out into the streets. He walked up to the bar, intent on getting his drink, unsure of what his next move afterwards would be.
"Are you lost?" said a voice beside him, Bobby turned around, somewhat taken aback that he was being spoken to, the voice was that of a woman but his eyes told him differently. "I'm Al, " the stranger said "as in Alison," she said as if she could read his mind. "Oh...ummm...I'm Bobby, " he said shyly. "What the fuck are you doing here?" she asked, smiling as if taunting him. "Well... I wanted a drink, " was all he could manage to say. He couldn't understand why but he was curiously attracted to the man/woman in front of him. He could tell that she spent copious amounts of time in the gym ...and possibly took steroids or something of the sort because her biceps were substantially larger than even his own. Her hair was short, shaved on the sides, and she wore a flannel shirt with dark fitted jeans and converse shoes. Everything about her was masculine, including the way she leaned over the bar.
