Marie Emerson clutched her drink, a pink liquid that looked harmless, but she was half done with it and she was already feeling lightheaded. She sat at booth in the back of the bar...Chico's. It wasn't a hot club, just a place to hang out and drink. The lighting was muted and the music was generic,up tempo elevator music. A Bon Jovi song was currently playing. She hadn't really come out that night to have fun. She just wanted a drink outside of her apartment. She was sick of sipping light beer with her cat in front of the television. She needed a change.
Marie had always been a loner. She didn't quite fit in anywhere. She was an overweight kid who was picked on her whole life. By the time she lost the weight in high school, the kids who had picked on her still refused to accept her. She grew up looking different from every one around her. The small, Southern California, town was full of thin blondes, who had given birth to daughters even thinner and blonder. Marie's mother was Greek. She met her dad while he was stationed in Italy. He was the thin only blonde in their family.
Marie had dark brown hair and her mother's olive complexion. She envied all those girls with the peaches and cream complexion her father had. Her eyes were brown, but dark...almost black. She was far from thin, even as an adult. She wasn't fat anymore, but she was soft and slightly plump. Her hips were broad and her thighs were thick. It wasn't until she went to college in upstate New York that she realized there was nothing wrong with her looks. At Adam's college, people from all walks of life were her friends. They were fat and thin, or somewhere in between like her. They were all colors and they all accepted her.
Now, she was out of college and on her own. She had yet to find a job, living off her savings for the past four months. She had only been half-looking though. She hadn't met anyone to hang out with so she decided to go to Chico's alone.
The bar was only three blocks south of her apartment building, but the streets were so dark, she couldn't help being afraid. She thought she heard footsteps behind her, but she never saw anyone when she glanced over her shoulder. She studied the shadows cast by the tall buildings for movement, but all was still. She had been relieved to step into the small brick building that housed the hole-in-the wall bar.
Marie swallowed the rest of her drink and waved the waitress over to order another.
"Here," the petite blonde woman said sliding a full glass onto the table. "This one's from over there."
"Some guy bought me a drink?" Marie asked hesitantly.
"Not a guy," the woman said leaning closer. Marie could see her plump breast coming out of the top of her black v-neck shirt. "Right there."
Marie followed the woman's pointed finger and saw a drop-dead gorgeous woman standing at the bar. Her black hair was long and straight, it hung down her back. She was curvy. Her face was narrow, with slanted blue eyes and high cheekbones. Her lips were plump under her narrow nose. Her lips were bright red against her pale skin, which she was showing off shamelessly. Her shirt was a green halter top that stopped at least five inches above her perfect belly button. She wore a short leather mini that showed off most of her creamy thighs as she leaned on the bar. The woman smiled and waved at Marie before she whispered to a blonde woman perched on a barstool. The other woman turned around and smiled. She was beautiful too. Her blonde hair was just as long as her friend's but fell in large, loose curls. Her eyes were the same color blue as the raven haired beauty, but her face and body was more like the Barbies Marie had grown up with in California. The blonde smiled and licked her lips with a quick dart of her pink tongue.
Marie looked away quickly. She didn't know what to do. She didn't have much experience with men, but she was sure that she wasn't a lesbian. Would they think she was if she accepted the drink? "Thanks," she muttered to the waitress as she walked away. She didn't touch the abandoned glass.
Marie was startled when the dark haired woman slid into the dark booth beside her. "Hi, there," she said smiling.
"Uh...hi." Marie thought about sliding out the other side of the booth, but decided against it. There was nothing wrong with talking.
"I'm Eva," the woman said warmly. "What's your name?"
"Marie."
"That's a great name," Eva said leaning her elbow on the table.
Marie was getting flushed. Her cheeks were getting redder by the minute. "Listen, thanks for the drink but..."
Eva giggled as she watched Marie squirm. "You think I'm a lesbian, don't you?"
"Well...I...uh."
Eva leaned closer to Marie, bringing their faces within inches. Marie could smell Eva's soap, perfume, and shampoo. She smelled flowery and sweet.
"I guess I'm technically bisexual (the word poured slowly from her ruby red lips like wine), but don't worry. If you drink that, I won't expect you to go to bed with me."
