I sit at the gay bar in my usual spot, drinking my drink every Friday night after having a hell of a week at work. I've unbuttoned my shirt and am trying to relax after thinking about all the paperwork I now have in my bag that I'll spend the weekend going over. I know most of the customers in this quiet after work spot, and although we never speak to one another, we do the occasional customary nod, leaving ourselves to dwell in our solace.
This bar may be a gay bar, but I know straight people often frequent it, just for its chilled back atmosphere but I know all of the girls behind the bar are lesbians and the DJ is a gay guy named Paul who cares way too much about his hair. Usually the music in here is relaxed jazz music, until it gets to about 10pm and then it turns into one of Melbourne's best gay nightspots for Friday and Saturday nights. As it's only 6pm though, I know I have a few hours of relaxation ahead of me before it turns into one big gay orgy full of sweaty gyrating bodies on the dance floor.
On this Friday evening though, the atmosphere seems charged, almost as if something big is about to happen. I'm not sure what, but I'm a little bit excited.
I sit there making the small chit chat with my favourite bartender Beck, who dries glasses with her usual cloth which always sits on her hip.
"Bit quiet tonight Bella? What you thinking about now?" she asks me after I paused halfway through the conversation. I don't answer her as I'm too busy looking at the beautiful blonde woman who's just breezed through the doors. Beck follows my line of sight and smiles at the woman dressed chicly in designer jeans and a cute buttoned up baby blue shirt.
"wow.." I breathe out quietly, but knowing Beck can hear me. Beck giggles at my lack of speech. The blonde doesn't look as if she's looking for anyone as she takes a seat two down from me at the bar.
"What can I get ya?" Beck asks the blonde, while winking at me as I watch the two interact, sipping at my coke.
"I'll have a vodka and raspberry please" the blonde says pleasantly. I watch them from the corner of my eye as the blonde hands Beck some money and starts sipping at her drink.
She looks at me and smiles, I attempt to smile back but choke on my drink, falling off the bar stool and onto my ass. I'm sure my face is bright red as I hear Beck start to laugh loudly at my antics and I look down at my pants, which are now covered in my coke.
Well, that's just great I think to myself. Way to make an idiot of yourself in front of the most beautiful woman you've ever seen, I chastise in my head.
"Oh my gosh, are you ok?" I look up to see beautiful blue eyes staring into mine and a hand outstretched in front of me. I take the hand and stand up with her help.
"I.. yes, I'm ok, thank you." I say, blushing furiously. Beck throws me a cloth as I attempt to sponge up some of the sticky liquid which has now run down my pants and drips onto the floor.
"Great, now I have to catch the train home in a sticky mess" I say to myself out loud. I look up to see the blonde smiling at me.
"Well, I can't do much about the sticky mess but how about I buy you another drink?" she asks me with the same smile on her face.
"Uhh.. umm.. sure that'll be nice. I'm just having a coke" I say, feeling the blood rush to my cheeks.
"I'm Hailey, nice to meet you" she says, with a bit of a blush on her cheeks.
"I'm Belinda but most people call me Bella" I say back with a grateful smile, knowing she's trying to ease the awkward tension. I sit back at the bar next to her as Beck's now picked up the stool and has mopped up most of the coke on the floor. I put my now empty glass on the bar as Beck pours me a new drink.
I subtly look at the blonde next to me, taking in her beauty. She's got long, flowing blonde hair and those eyes, damn, they are bright blue and seem to show a lot of emotion. Her skin is flawless, like angel skin and her jeans show off long, gorgeous legs.
"So Bells" I snap my head up at her, hoping she didn't catch me gawking at her.
"Actually, do you mind if I call you that? I don't like the name Bella because of those awful Twilight movies" she says in one breath, playing with the straw in her vodka and smiling at me.
"Sure, I actually hated when those movies came out as people always asked me what team I'm on" I chuckle and smile at her. Bells. I like that. I think in my head as I take a sip of my new coke.
"Haha, I could imagine" she replies as she adjusts herself on the stool, crossing her legs. I notice she's wearing cute black flats.
"Yeah, it gets old after people ask me the 50th time" I say back with a laugh.
"Well, what team are you on? Edward or Jacob?" she laughs and waits for me to answer.
I giggle nervously. Here goes nothing. "Hmmm.. to be honest, I'd be on Team Alice more than anything" I say with a nervous smile.
She thinks about my answer and then grins at me. "I'd have to agree with that" she laughs.
I choke on my coke for a second time but manage to stay on my seat.
"Wow, are you ok?"she asks me in concern.
"Ye-yeah, I'll be ok" I say, with a final cough. "I think I should go home though, I'm a sticky mess and I don't seem to be good company though" I blurt out.
"Nonsense, I like making new acquaintances" she replies. "How about we get you cleaned up? I live 2 blocks from here" she says with a shy smile.
