"God, tonight was fantastic! I felt like I owned the place!" Tammy said as she stretched in her chair.
Ana smiled, sipping her drink on the balcony, the traffic sounds a distant symphony of the city below. Tammy hadn't changed much since high school.
"I mean, that was like back in high school when we owned the place!" she enthused as if to underscore Ana's thoughts.
"Tammy, you have to own anyplace you go to," Ana laughed.
"Damn right I do!" Tammy shot back, laughing too.
"You strutted into that party like John Travolta bopping down the street in Saturday Night Fever."
Ana got up and did a parody of Travolta strutting across the hotel balcony wiggling her boxer clad hips to the delight of Tammy.
"Cut it out Ana, you're going to make me spill my drink," Tammy shrieked. "I did NOT look like that! I looked elegant, sophisticated and DAMN hot!"
"Oh PLEASE!" Ana replied flopping down into her chair and folding her legs in front of her. "You were working that room like a politician."
"Work it, uh huh, uh huh, work it!" Tammy sang, raising her arms and dancing in her chair.
The party in question was one of the after parties to the Native American Music Awards Ceremony. Tammy was in the industry, and being half Lakota was a regular invitee. She had asked Ana to go with her this year, they'd been friends since high school, as both had recently split from their husbands – Ana divorced and Tammy separated.
Ana knew Tammy would be glad-handing through most of the event. That was the nature of the beast at these things and besides, that was Tammy. She agreed to go anyway as it sounded like fun. It WAS a trip to LA and after the rather ugly divorce she had just been through a little time away was welcome.
So far the trip had lived up to Ana's expectations. Sure, Tammy was being Tammy, but Ana had been friends with her for twenty five years – there were no surprise at her behavior. Truth be told; Ana found it rather amusing. Tammy demanded your attention. Expected it. If she didn't get it, she moved on to someone more worthy. Ana was used to it and, she had to admit it - if only to her self; Tammy wasn't all that much different then she.
So she had gone and was content to be Tammy's guest for the evening. Tammy made her usual splash, but Ana knew she had not gone unnoticed. Several people had asked her if she was 'in the industry'. Several men had politely (and not so politely) come on to her. She flirted with these and then, politely (or not so politely as the case demanded) moved on. She suspected at least a few of them thought she was 'with' Tammy. Power dykes were still in vogue in the music industry. This amused her even more.
She wondered what they would think if they could see them sitting here on the hotel balcony in their PJ's, sipping wine. Ana studied her friend over the rim of her glass. We're certainly not fifteen anymore she thought. Although at forty we don't look bad at all.
Tammy had probably changed the most, she was undoubtedly rounder then her teenaged self, but that just made her more womanly. Other then that she hadn't changed much. Her hair was still jet black, her skin still pretty smooth, just a couple of extra pounds. She was still 'ten pounds on the right side of sexy' as Ana's boyfriend Bobby said. The thought of him made her smile and feel warm.
"What's with the smile babes?" Tammy asked. "You are obviously thinking of a guy."
"OK, so maybe I am," Ana replied. "I get horny when I'm drunk."
Tammy cackled, "Girl you had ALL the boys in school hot for your little virgin ass. You didn't give it up then, did you?"
"No, you know I didn't. I wanted my first to be with someone who knew what he was doing. It was and it was worth the wait," Ana said with a Mona Lisa smile.
"I bet it was," Tammy said getting up to get the bottle. She topped off Ana's glass before refilling her own.
"This is all I need; more booze," Ana said, but didn't stop her from pouring.
"Yeah, for a little thing, you can sure put it away," Tammy joked. "What are you, size 1?"
"I'm a 4 and I can NOT put it away. This is the most I've had in a long time."
"Yeah, I remember us sitting around drinking your father's white lightning. You could barely finish one," Tammy said, leaning against the balcony railing.
Ana chuckled, "That's because it tasted nasty."
"Beggars can't be choosers. Remember Laura and Mary? We really ruled that town," Tammy reminisced. "First Mary moved away and it was us and Laura. Whatever happened to Laura?"
"You know very well what happened to her," Ana said, a little annoyed. "She screwed my boyfriend at that party and I never spoke to her again."
"That's right!" Tammy said, as if just remembering. "That's the party she wanted us to all make out at. We did it too."
Ana remembered. It was a lark. Kind of a joke. Them drunk, the boys not there yet, at Tammy's parents place on the lake. Laura taking charge, kissing Tammy, then Laura telling Ana to kiss her, then Laura making Ana kiss Tammy. Actually, as kisses went, it had been pretty good. They hadn't held back, feeling drunk and experimental, but it hadn't gone any further either.
"God, Laura was really into that," Ana said. "Did I ever tell you she came into my bedroom later and tried it again?"
"Oh?" Tammy asked.
