Scarlett's cheeks flushed the color of her name as the red-headed girl reached in the direction of her lap and suggestively yet discreetly trailed her fingertips up her thigh, beginning at the knee and slowly stopping as they reached the hem of her short black skirt. She quickly turned her head away from the girl, feigning interest in the television propped on the brick wall across the bar, with intentions to hide her remarkably red-colored face. The audacious girl proceeded to inch her hand further up Scarlett's skirt, and the flustered girl's body stiffened in response. The other girl chuckled quietly and withdrew her hand, then tapped Scarlett's shoulder.
"Hmm?" grunted Scarlett, barely tilting her head in the girl's direction. Her shoulder-length ebony hair still concealed most of her face. She heard the stool next to her creak as the girl closely seated beside her stepped down. Her brow furrowed with concern and she swiveled her body towards her. Was she leaving?
"I'll be right back—just gonna use the restroom," the girl said, not bothering to hide the obvious smirk that swept across her pale, freckled complexion.
The girl's vibrant red hair had an orange hue to it, Scarlett noticed. She would typically be the type to roll her eyes and shake her head at anything remotely resembling an abnormal hair color—she viewed it as an obnoxious cry for attention—but she couldn't take her eyes off of how this girl's hair graciously framed her small features, somehow blending perfectly with the tone of her porcelain skin. And the length of the girl's hair was quite impressive as well. It splashed down her shoulders, over her breasts, and neared the shiny neon purple belt the girl was sporting. She wanted to reach out and glide her fingers between the strands of this girl's extraordinary, wavy hair. It looked so soft...
Scarlett froze and her eyes widened as she realized she had been staring for an awfully long time, and not at the girl's face.
"Oh, okay. See ya in a bit." she muttered, hurriedly turning away again and scrunching her face in embarrassment. She spied out of the corner of her eye as the redhead meandered around the tables towards the bathroom.
The girl's name was Skye. For the past 3 hours, she and Skye had conversed nonstop, sharing thoughts and swapping stories. Scarlett felt taken aback by this... striking girl. But even more so, she was stunned by how well she was getting along with her. The two couldn't be more different. Skye appeared to be more of a free-spirited, open-minded girl, while Scarlett fell more into the rigidly conservative and less-evolved category. And then there was the most significant difference of all: Skye was gay.
Scarlett recalled how earlier that evening she had nearly choked on her drink as Skye had regaled her on a humorous tale involving her "ex-girlfriend." Skye didn't look gay at all. So why am I so intrigued by this girl? Scarlett speculated. Maybe it's the booze... she glanced at her martini, as if to search for a tangible reason. But the glass was only half-empty.
Disconcerted by her unanswered question, Scarlett looked down at her phone to check the time. Skye had been in the bathroom for a while. What's taking her so long? Ten minutes passed, and Scarlett watched as the large white numbers on her phone changed minute-by-minute from 10:48 to 10:58.
Irritably pursing her lips, she grabbed her purse off the bar counter and made her way towards the bathroom to check in on Skye.
Because of the small size of the bar, the women's restroom was only a single stall. Scarlett knocked on the dark, broad wooden door.
"Skye? Are you okay?"
"It's unlocked." Skye's voice casually replied, seeping through the crack of the entrance.
Scarlett stared at the door, perplexed. Shrugging, she grasped the door knob and pushed. She was immediately met by Skye's thin figure, draped against the brick bathroom wall. The beaming bathroom lights made more apparent Skye's vibrantly-colored hair.
