Breaking and Entering

Chapter 4

"Oh my god, Holly! Where are we?"

"We are at a club. You said you wanted to dance."

"This is a gay club!" Gail's exclamation caused several eyes to narrow as they fell on her. She turned them all away with an ice cold glare.

"You are very observant. You should consider applying for the detective rotation," Holly deadpanned.

"Shut it, nerd. What am I supposed to do at a gay club?" Gail looked around the room. Women everywhere. She finally spotted two men, and— oh, nope, they were definitely a couple. She glared back at Holly.

"Well, to start, you could buy me a drink." Holly winked, ignoring Gail's scowl as she began walking towards the bar.

Gail trailed after her, more than a little confused about one, why Holly had brought her here, and two, why that wink had her feeling things. Things low in her gut.

"What are you having?" Holly asked as Gail approached.

"Tequila."

"You want a shot then?"

"Yeah. Do a shot with me."

"Fine. Two shots of tequila, please," Holly told the bartender.

Gail glowered at the woman on the other side of the bar as she slid a shot in front of her. She really didn't like the look this chick was giving Holly. Was that a wink? Did the barkeep just wink at Holly? Who did she think she was? Gail took her shot, and slammed the glass down on the counter.

"Two more," Gail snarled at the woman, who obliged with a wicked grin.

Holly quickly downed her first drink as Gail slid another in front of her. After they both took their second shot, Gail threw down some bills, grabbed Holly's arm and led her towards the dance floor. As far away from the bar as she could get her.

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The dance floor was crowded, but the two managed to stake out a small area with enough room for each of them to have some semblance of personal space.

They danced, next to each other but never quite touching, for about five songs before Gail decided it was time for another drink. Holly followed her up to the bar and ordered a Rum and Coke. Gail ordered another shot of tequila. The bartender stood there, looking expectantly between the two.

Holly looked at Gail, who was shooting daggers at the bartender.

"So I guess I'll get this one..." She said as she placed some bills in the bartender's hand. The woman across the counter let her hand linger a little longer then necessary, and when Holly met her eyes, she gave her a not so subtle wink. Holly blushed and awkwardly thanked the woman for the drinks before turning back to Gail, who was in the midst of downing her shot.

"Thanks, nerd," Gail said. "I think I need to sit for a minute."

Holly looked around for an open table, and spotting one, grabbed Gail's hand and towed her toward it. She released the blonde's hand as she took a seat at the table in the corner. With her palm suddenly empty, Gail didn't quite know what to do with her hands, so she took a seat and fiddled with them in her lap. She watched the sea of people moving to the beat, the music pulsating up through the floor. She wondered how nice it would be to dance with these strangers. No one expecting things of her because of her name, no one brushing her off as the ice queen. Holly had never done that, never seen her as just her name, never seen her as cold and uncaring. Dancing with Holly was nice. Holly was nice. And pretty. And smart. So very smart. Gail smiled to herself.